Saturday, July 19
I Live In A Scuzzhole
I just popped down to a cashpoint in the centre of my town, Melksham, and I was amazed just how many good-looking women there weren't around. 10.30 on a Friday night usually means at least some "totty" wandering around, or at least it did in Leicester Square when I was there (can't find the link for the relevant archive...). Not in Melksham though. Hell no. Of all the women walking around, which must have numbered over 30, there were about 2 or 3 half-decent lookers amongst them. I'm so glad I don't go out on Friday nights. Give me a "double vodka for £1" Thursday or a bog-standard Saturday night please!
Tomorrow should be a good day, taking my Mum out to lunch, then getting about 1000 new mp3s from this guy I know from work, followed by a few (many) beers in the pub with some mates. Good stuff.