Went to Grans and saw Mum. Got the usual shant (alcohol) and pie & chips from Barrie's chippy. Its become a ritual, I think she's making sure I at least eat right before drinking. Wrote all afternoon like a demon working on a new spell.
John called over in the evening and of course we drank, and we went to Lorraine's nextdoor. Didn't stay long, John went to the Yacht club and I went home to continue drinking antisocially. Im not a fan of pubs and clubs, they usually bring out the worst in people. Especially people who can't handle their beer and start fights for little or no reason. Pathetic, cowardly wan*ers.
Dropped into bed like a drunken slug.
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