be a substandard week really. not much happen at work, not much happen at home and not much happen anywhere in between really. got trounced at football again, absolutely bobbins, (how cool a word is that? Bobbins) pub was good later though, we have officially made the grey horse our new home, after much debate and rigour, they fiinally persuaded us with the bait of hotdogs and chips. cant wait. Still as poor as ever, my lottery numbers must be on bigger balls than everyone elses, they cant get down the little plastic tube :-( so i go on slogging my guts out as usual then. on a positive note however, i have booked myself on to that plastering course i have been on about for ages. not cheap at 350 quid, but it will set me up in plastering, and ill be able to make a few quid on the side, so when ya want your front room plastering, you know who to call (no not the ghost busters, me, fool). only draw back is it doesnt start until september, so i gotta wait until then.

 

Ive been told today that i make a cracking poet, but i simply say whatever pops into my head. if you wanna call it poetry, pay me for it and ill agree. lol. well looking forward to next week, firstly, tonight im off into town with the football lads for my birthday and byrnsey has threatened to buy me some concoxion or other. tommoro my bro is up with my niece and we are going for an italian. tuesday, im going to the england game and it promises to be a belter. weds is my birthday, 22, ( iknow, i dont look a day over 16). thurs, free hot dogs, fri, out  in some gutter somewhere, and sat, well who knows what sat will bring.