Lurking around Wakefield on a sunny Sunday morning, I’m reminded of a populous who, with as much diversion as possible, get on with each other (in relative ease) of course there are the obligatory haters of anything foreign (but they are mostly old fold, idiots or bigots (arent they the same?)). Everyone are entitled/ is entitled to have their own opinions yes, everyone has a choice wether to wear a poppy or not (did my fellow soldiers AND I not fight oppresion other country’s to allow this to happen?) So Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Ginger we are all the same coloured skeleton we are all the same genus! And I’ll champion this conviction until some cunt pisses me off!
My task for today is one of necessity really! You see, in my unsobre state yesterday morning, after deciding to drive to the hospital me mate is in (I was too drunk to ride me be) I realised that my PADI bag was a bit light! So on peering into it when I awoke from my fitful slumber on a couch last night, I saw a distinct lack of clothing! Granted I had worn me orange jeans (and I mean ORANGE) and packed another set, but that was it really! My blue ‘Ramones’ T shirt had mysteriously developed a grease stain just in the most inappropriate place. So a top it required, unless I want to look like a tramp.
So tracking down an age appropriate top is my new number one priority (unless I pop into ‘Menkind’ and buy a desk drum set). Coffee dredged, croissant eaten (no grease stains anywhere) it’s time to venture into the wilds of Wakefield and present myself in a favourable light to the locals! Have a lovely day everyone, and don’t drop grease on the floor 🙂