11PM.
Well today wa absolutely hilarious!
I wa painting the flat from 10 'til 3 then i went to town to see the father in DN. I had a big tub of paint on me so i asked if he'd watch it whilst i went in to town to get my work trousers - he agreed. I met up with Shane who wa very drunk. We wa getting some right looks 'cos he kept licking me, dancing around me, and trying to lift me up like he does. We went past Millers and he see some of those cartoon Pow wellies - he put them on - "Babe, get me these please.", "No Squish.", "Well grab my shoes then babe, we're doing a run.", "No Squish we ain't!" Anyway i told him to lift his foot up so i could check the price - i grabbed his foot 'cos he was wobbling all over and then.. he fell flat on the floor on his face. It wa jokes! "What the fuck did you do that for babe?!" Haaaha, my little Squish, bless. I got back to the pub about an hour later and the father pipes up - "Are you taking the piss?, you've been snorting, i can tell by your eyes." Go away dad you pathetic cunt, he did, so i got a drink with Chubb & Q - having a nice quiet natter until the father came storming back in the pub straight up to us. "You know what. You're both fucking arseholes. You don't love me. You only want me for money. - (which is true but ssh) - You're both bastards." - Yada. Yada. Yada. Chubb asked him what was up with him, he jus looked at me & said "It's her! You fucking wanker!" I was called a 'fucking wanker' about 5 times before i really started losing my rag. I was so close to punching him but i thought i best not, so i pushed him and he stumbled back. Then a bunch of old boys we wa stood near came in between me & my father telling him to go 'cos they'd heard the whole conversation.
It's got me in hysterics thinking about it now. Jeebs!
I got in about 6PM. Me & mum had a chicken shish from Coronation Road kebabby. ABSOLUTELY TO DIE FOR! Chilling now. Televee night.
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