Just shaved me head, rolled up the Levi’s, zipped up me bomber jacket and laced up me cherry red Dr Martin boots ready for some aggro….
Now Mother says I’m ”not allowed out”
Sometimes I don’t know why I bovver…
I had the worst hangover of my life at work the other day. I’ve never felt so rough; I spent most of the first hour repeatedly vomiting into a sink.
I’m not allowed to do any more Baptisms for a while.
Whenever I see those weekend dads, pushing some screaming brat about in McDonalds, face like thunder, I really wonder how many times they think to themselves…
Was all this really worth 5 or 6 seconds of pleasure?