Cutting two fuck ups out of my life is one of my better decisions.

One girl is now pregnant with a guy she’s known for 2 months.  It must have been true love, ever since they first stared into each other’s eyes, whilst she discretely removed her used tampon, and hid it behind his best mate’s sofa.  I feel sorry for the kid.

On Saturday I was grabbed and interrogated by an ex-mate’s step mum.  She seemed to have a theory that by using drunken emotional blackmail and a repetitive attritional style of questioning, I would be willing to be mates with him again.  More worrying was the fact that she was convinced that my life was in ruins following me cutting him out of my life.  I couldn’t be happier.  The guy’s a cunt.

I know a fair few of my non-fuck up mates (how’s that for a compliment!?) read this, so no idea what time or what exactly is going on as per usual, but I have a vague plan of having another BBQ this year on Flora day.  Unless it’s pissing down.  But fuck it, give me a bell / txt / whatever and we’ll sort something out.

Roll on The Sunshine Underground and Frank Turner.