The Squirrel should be home today. Im starting to write a piece on trains oddly enough but it is in utter desperation as I seem to have dried up. A dastardly case of writer's block.
John, Danny and myself went to Spar. I thought Paula would be there but fate was merciful and she wasn't. I have raved about her in the past but now ive fallen for beauty. We all got pissed up. John kept ripping the filters off his ciggies!? Strange lad. We watched 'The Breakfast Club', a brilliant 80's film. 'Im knocking skulls!' Class.
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