Monday’s in our region are dangerous beyond belief due to incredible amounts of alcohol at ridiculously cheap prices. Apart from destroying my own sense of being (as well as my liver) I have also begun to realise the dutch courage’s taint on the over all culture. From the horrendous yobs of yesteryear to girls asking for rape I stumbled across the most irritating of all disorientated alcohol drenched potatoes, the absolute bull-shitter.

Do not boast about people you know, or claim you can’t under stand the English language just because you swam the channel a year or so ago. Don’t follow when your not wanted or swear at me in French. Don’t question a giant he’ll see straight through. The fame of the friends you claimed to be true can’t help but show you up as the loneliest soul I’ve ever known. I wish they were real, for your sake alone. Especially when you had to witness the strength of my own.

I am thankful for everyone I love and especially those I hate.

If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t appreciate my gang.

We all fell in love last night. It was insanely beautiful.

M.