I’m not quite sure if I’ll have the dedication to keep this updated regularly, and I’m not under any illusion that anything I write will be of much interest to anyone, but nonetheless, if nothing else this blog will serve as a diary reminder of how erratic my thoughts are.

Ain’t been up to much, tis a Friday night and town will be full of sweaty slags and drunken twats. Feels weird staying in and not contributing to the numbers of the latter.  Probably the lesser of two evils.  Boredom is cheaper and healthier than getting drunk.

Have a poem.  Probably clichéd to fuck, and sounding fresh from a rhyming dictionary but anyhoo.

Part-time Racist

I find it rather confusing to hear
your jokes about pakis, blacks and queers
yet yours will still be the loudest cheer;
you raise your greasy pint of beer
when thierry puts you three points clear.