I've Been to the Pub!!!

Some of you may have predicted this when Britain raised the terror threat to severe.

In spite of that I have had very little trouble. I did meet a barman who had barred me from a pub further down the chain but that wasn't that pub I met him in so we were both a little bit confused. Apart from that I've discovered that the free lines of (nearly) quite good cocaine given out by random strangers in the pub toilets are really rather quite good even if the strangers do insist in indulging in conversations along the lines of;- "No it's shit. Some days the charities ask you to give three pounds a month to the donkeys then they ask you to give money to whatever earthquake or something. But if you give money to the niggers then you haven't got money to give to the donkeys and somehow that makes you racist!"

Now my hopes have been dashed and my ego has been boosted it's time to talk about my absolute favourite subject; Me, me, me.!

I've been pretty good and my worlds been pretty quiet. Now the stimuli have disappeared my grandmother's symptoms have pretty much gone with them. No doubt Britain have been claiming that leaving me alone is their great contribution to the Haiti relief effort. In reality their silence began about a week before the quake struck and their silence is really due to me nailing their operations to the wall. This has forced them to stop and re-evaluate their strategy which has included swapping two girls in the house next door for two new girls because the two original girls were behaving too nice so they needed to be changed for people that were prepared to be more
unpleasant.

Now I'm drunk, I'm tired and I've run out of words so my apologises but bring on the porn.