I have arrived,
and thought the best way to keep up to date with everything and everyone would be to start a blog.
Today, I have:
Seen a crack whore and in the process was offered crack/crank.
Been honked at, sworn at, and got the bird!
Ridden in an illegal taxi with some sweaty Germans, all of whom I tried to talk to about the football.
'Hey you're German right? I'm English, the football, excited?'
*Vacant stares* *German ramblings*
Everyone is either rude, gangster or rude.
It stinks.
I passed a live art event in Hell's kitchen which involved 'taking back the city' (not sure what this means).
I have befriended a Jehovah's witness, and a fireman.
I'm sweaty, tired and it's all very surreal.
Rip it up
Kick it
Spit out the views.
xxx
No jay walking schizo!
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You wrote that back in school, kept it all these years, looks really old and is covered in stains that one can only describe as either blood or Alex's brown make-up.
She stands at the gates, laughing about the escapedes of Natalie White AKA NOL (Not out lesbian) as she was then known as, and her unfortunate incident involving an overpriced slice of pizza on the night bus back from G-Bar.
She was too casually dressed down for school, heavilly ripped jeans on bottom, a retro Adidas, orange jacket on top. She should of been at Mrs Upton's psychology lesson, not standing at the school gates, sniffing poppers.
That was when he walked towards her. That, short, round bald man. Mr Price was the crazed R.E teacher who still had it in for Anna for her part in the executin of numerous 6th form centre windows involving Miller, Andy, the biggest scally in Seacombe and a famous rugby ball.
Anna knew that smoking at the school gates was strictly prohibited, but of course, Anna liked to break the rules. He approaches the gates, the crowd gathers, this was Anna's stage, the fresh cigarette smoke O's elagently exit her mouth.
The tension rises, everyone knew that what Anna did next was gonna have a detrimental effect on her already 'falling from grace' reputation amongst the Mosslands elite.
He begins to scream and shout, she turns to him and awards the crowd by slapping the inside of her thighs and screams at him, KISS MY F*****G GRITS!
Classic!!