Sunday, July 28, 2002

Well, someone feels like a right tit this morning, and that someone would be, well, err, ME. Just when you think you've plumbed all the available depths of stupidity, you find a totally new level to rise to. Whoever heard of someone going out clubbing for the first time in months and going to the WRONG FUCKING CLUB. What a bell-end. Good night out though. While I'm on the subject, this is new to me, and well worth a hungover hour. Right, off to the glue factory for me. Good night though.