I demand to have some booze!

Grotty afternoon really; not in the mood for this crappy town, it's monobrow'd inhabitants and got a bit grouchy with the whole damned shebang; pissing my leave away on nothing, stuck here by dint of hospitals, broken bikes and lack of funds. Attempted to shop at the cheap interesting place, but was foxed by the fact that it's only these places that still insist on a pound to release the trolley from it's chain and guess what currency wasn't in MY back pocket; wound up for a few minutes into a little bomb of teeth gritting, cursing this town, all the people, crappy English life circa 2007, my list of jobs and bills that's getting no smaller and how I'd like to wrap the whole lot tight around a phosphorus grenade and hurl it in the faces of my enemies. Gah. We solo blokes need these steamers every now and again to stop us actually snapping at people. When there were folks on hand to mop the fevered brow and talk this shite over, things were easier. Hey ho, the moment passed, nobody got shouted at.

Luxury ice cream procured in defiance of all medical logic, and a small drinkie planned instead. Withnail and I's on the DVD and all is well.