All good things must come to a end and it is now officially ended and I am miserable. I didn’t do half the stuff stuff I wanted to, plus it is the final 2 days where everybody goes loony and begins sleeping with each other, every one was too preoccupied with the festivities and shows and shit, to notice me. I did feel like an foreigner, I had a good time, but didn’t really care about anything. Merely getting drunk. It was fun and I would do it again but simply if it wasn’t possible to work.
I personally made a couple friends and would quite like to go up for the final few days of the month and try and blag my way into the BBC comedy awards party again. That would, be amusing.
South side C, can be able to give me spare of work. They always loved me, and they employee anyone at all. Some time they ever pull beggars off the road, not ever the adept beggars the ones that are bollock and ne’er get any money, they really are desperate.