Going Gonzo – Used To Be Cool.

Tuesday, 24th S3ptember 2019.

10.59

I can’t remember the last time I stood outside a pub and waited for it to open. It’s probably because you can get a drink at nine in the morning in Staines.

Anyway, that’s what I’m doing. Standing outside the Leicester Arms, on the corner of Glasshouse Street.

11.06

The barman was slightly surprised to see me standing there, but served me all the same.

11.34

I enjoyed the pint until I got called by some wanker, with extremely broken english, saying he had a delivery. I went back to Old Burlington Street and sorted it out.

The whole day, so far, has been miserable.

I got up. It was raining.

I stood on the train platform. It was raining.

I stood at Waterloo, smoking. It was raining.

……….and so on.

11.49

It’s finally stopped now. The rain, not the misery.

I say that, but it is only because I haven’t eaten since Sunday night. I’ve got aching joints and no tolerance for solids.

15.19

It was a mellow afternoon in the end. Im sitting at the Sports Bar, Waterloo. Waiting for The Bouch to bring me a beaker of lager.

Obviously, I have really been pushing the Camden Hells pint glass redesign to everyone I meet.

15.40


Wednesday, 25th September 2019.

06.36

“As long as there’s a bed beneath the stars that shine.” – NG

The last time I looked at the clock was 03.46. Then I fell into a proper sleep before being rudely ripped from dreamland by the 5am alarm.

The result being, I’m fucking shattered.

There is no rest for the wicked, they say but what about perpetually depressed, blood-sack of Narcissism that is me?

08.54

I’m still in a lot of pain but I think I’m getting over it. I’m really missing my bed now though.

Oh yeah. Did I mention it’s raining?

11.29

I’m back in the Leicester Arms for another pint of the black stuff. It is the number one illness cure,…….of the week.

I did manage to eat last night. It was just a bit of breaded chicken and potato but I still felt nauseous after.

Two more days until alarm off.


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