I am lying on my back, all cosy in the sleeping bag on my cardboard box bed, ogling a picture of yours truly on the mobile phone I "found" last night - these phones with cameras are brill', when did that happen?
Barry "The Sultan of Soul" White is serenading me on the 8 track and the sun is streaming through the gaps in the newspaper taped to the windows - a perfect Sunday morning.
Another slurp of that rohypnol spiked "green tea" - here goes
Oh Juan, oh Juan - oh yeah Juankerrrrrrrr
What a belter, the phone looks like a plasterers radio now...
I enjoy the arena of Scottish politics, having discovered how unfair society was becoming under Salmond. And the fact the oposition were merely more engrained members of the same club. Unable to hold each other up too scrutiny. An Ex Yogic Flying voter disgusted by their abandonement of their principles and roots. Slightly dylsexic but i try my best and attempt to make as many mistakes as I can.
Isn't my pen name really clever? It has two meanings - hmmm well actually only one that applies.