who the fuck’s liam?
y’see i’m meant to know everything…
now we have my neighbours driving about the the place… no crime in that, one may think… but not when they’re following me about… it’s a bit tedious y’know…
here we go - psycho next door starts banging about on the walls…
so if you know of any decent accommodation without these oiks… let me know.
irony of irony… i have been attempting to get mysefl a holiday… and during the period when i can take said holiday it’s cracking the flags.
so as well as bastard neighbours - who it was claimed were relations of mine - seem’s they’re not.. i have psycho - and i mean psycho - hairdressers mithering.
you see i mention everything and everyone as being psycho..? this is no metaphor or similie or comic moniker… you ever been to whitworth? you’d understand…
the kooks on a sunny summer’s day… excellent!
lovely weather.
i wonder how my folks’ holiday is going? seems they have a better chance of surival in the summer sun than i… i mean a better chance of having a decent time spent in the sun than i…
did you know - absic corroboration corroboree..? i read this in a book years ago - whilst travelling to work at the inland revenue, salford… the sun, in germanic mythology, nowhere else is this true of a european nation, is a feminine deity/myhtological symbol. the moon, male…
fancy that.
