f**king hell, what was i even thinking?

i paid out top dollar for that; train, lovely hotel, cab, show, dinner. i repeated the same mistake not long after going to see eddie f**king izzard at the O2, walked out after 20 minutes, he was appallingly bad. sometimes i basically just need a right good f**king talking to from a grown-up and an applied measure of physical violence about the cranium with a blunt instrument. i am very much my own worst enemy.

Posted By: Tombs, Sep 13, 21:13:35