Well it is Friday night. I have company with a few John Smiths to enjoy a little later and my mind is also improved by the works night out tomorrow which will be very interesting indeed.
At the moment I am staring out the window at the lovely fluffy grey clouds as they pass by my house, blown by the wind. It doesn’t improve my mood. Nothing really helps that at the moment. Too many beers and fags this week…
…I’m changed though. Too much stuff has happened and it’s made me a different person. People don’t know me. They didn’t know me before, but they certainly won’t know me anymore. My life has become staid, boring and predictable and to be totally honest I am rather bored of that. I used to think I was exciting, a bit rock and roll, out every night no matter what… but look at me now.!!!
So this is it. A new bunny shall spew forth from the rotting leavings of the old one. I want to be exciting again. I want people to meet me and not see some clapped out, fever ravaged, lanky freak who never gets red eye and is a shadow of his former self.
Bunny is back… Right fucking back.
Yeah…