Whiskey in the jar

Walking around my local mall, the HUGE metrocentre, I’m looking for guys! No, not in that sexy play with me way, but normal guys! They can’t all be working, it’s the north east after all. What I’m seeing is a dirth of female women!! (I know) but it seems women in the north just don’t work! They come out with their mums (who apparently don’t work either) and push kids around aimlessly wandering the shops telling each other what they want! I’m not being sexist at all, this is a fact.   

Food I was starving (not in an Ethiopian 1980s sort of way) but my stomach thinks my throat has been cut! So in I wondered for a sad and lonely single table for one! Unfortunatly sitting next to me on the sad and nob filled table for twats sat twin others ‘Blerks’ all track suited up and short haired fat fucks! Since the moment I sat down, they’ve been staring at my bag of shit from HMV, (they are only medium t shirts, so that’s them fucked) arguing with the manager that the rice they have been given is northeastern size as the one two days ago, now talking about fluffy carpets! I need to lose down and play a game rather than listen to these.  

So in essence, the women shop, the men are at the pub (or Nandos) and no one works except, kids and immigrants! This is a bloody fucked up country actually, but it’s ours (for now). I have lots to write down but I have had enough of negativity for this week, ill be back to fun and stupidity soon, as my mood MUST start to go up! (And I get me arse on me bike and do some actual exercise (rather than sit eating chicken))  


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