Dusty Bin And Gone

Dammit. Stupid dust allergy. Stupid unclean warehouse. Stupid me for blowing the dust off a hoover box and then working in the inevitable cloud of dust *sniffs*. I have a blocked nose, head that’s been inflated I am sure and I can’t taste anything again.

Going out smoking, drinking and dancing a lot last night probably wasn’t the best thing I really could have done was it.? Lots of amusement within the walls of Phoenix, with a guy who couldn’t get in stripping down to his shorts on the beach lawns and some guy mooning a little earlier managed to pick the moment when two coppers were wandering past. Caught with his pants down… literally.

Congrats to the chav in Hobbits who attempted to pull two friends of mine and ended up being called a big fat hairy c*nt. Good work fella, you obviously know which women to try it on with. Oh and hello to the girl who was sat outside on the pavement getting some air when some random drunk from Sands *lowlife warning* sat down next to her… my amusement was palatable as she turned in my direction and mouthed “Help meeeee.!” He wandered off a moment later trying to shake my hand as well. Twat.

My bad mood still hasn’t improved, it is now even worse thanks to the whole allergy thing.

At least it was a good Grand Prix, finally a race track that people can actually over take on.! Bad luck Monty, his last lap drop to third after an error in the fabulous turn eight let Alonso through.

Guess I had better go. Don’t think this nose thing will prevent my eating tea and a pizza tonight, but I have had three in the past week. Not so good.!! Oh and sorry for the lack of late news yesterday, couldn’t think of any that I had.!

Bonjour.!!

One Response to “Dusty Bin And Gone”

  1. k s c says:

    With that eyeliner and nail varnish he was probably thinking you were more prettier than the girl…

    I had a good time, good to see you both again and I met some nice new people. 8)

    k s c

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