Wednesday, September 06, 2006
The End Of Welsh Burberry
Oh no. I'm devastated. I just read this awful news - Burberry is closing. I can hear the wailing and gnashing of teeth all down Grand Avenue and from the hills of Llanedyn. My beloved Burberry is to close it's doors and stop making it's fine gear. So you know what that means. No more kosher Burberry, we's going to be stuck with the Splott Market knock offs from now.
To be honest, I didn't even know it was made in Wales, I always thought it was from North England as it's like them skirts the English blokes wear when they come down for the Rugby. Knowing it's going just make me that little bit sadder, especially now I know it's homegrown. Tyson's cap collection will be going on Ebay when he finds out how rare it now is.
Nice Bit Of Action
Well, me and Shant's had a wicked bit of action after Saturday night. We ended up copping this pair of blokes from Caerphilly. They'd come into Cardiff for a change, to see some real life and things that are actually powered by electricity and not steam.
Being from Caerphilly, they were already married so we ended up bringing them back up our end rather than having to go out to that hell hole. We had a wicked night in Rumors, got well tanked, danced, and had a massive snog round the back room. I was well up for it, couldn't wait to get my bloke home, me thong was soaked. Feels like such a long time since I've done anything. It was great to get back on the horse, or donkey, as he was.
It was all wonderful, but then after the loving he had to go but wanted to see me again, and I flipped out on him. He'd said he was married so it wasn't a secret, but then the thought of him carrying on with it just reminded me of Deke and the stinking thing he did to me. I ended up screaming and booting him out of the house. Don't know how he got home, don't care.
It will be interesting to see how he explains away the massive love bite on his neck as well, but he said his wife was from Aberdare, so she'll probably think it's a birthmark. I couldn't help meself.
I think's I's going to have to calm down a bit now, babs has been kicking ever since - I don't think he / she enjoyed being shaken up like that. So that's it. Booze and sex on weekends only - fags in the afternoon - and I'm feeling strong enough to get on with my life now, I needed that blow out.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
To Hell With You Deke
That's it, no more misery. Writing about the mess I found myself in has helped me get my misery off my chest, thanks to everyone who sent regards and thoughts, it meant the world and was just wicked sweet.
Ok, tonight I's off to get well drunk and pull, before me ever expanding bump starts to give away my condition. I can just about get away with huge beer gut for now, but no longer. Ashanti and I are off to the Canton Castle for the main session, then when we've filled up on breezers and bitter, we's off to Rumours. It feels like I's not been there for ages. I can't wait, I's well gagging for it.
Deke, you're gone - you had the chance, but you was too greedy. Now it's my turn to get greedy, so stay tuned for the Chav Mum post-break up and near miss S.H.A.G.A.T.H.O.N. (Shazza's Horny And Getting A Top Humpin' Out Nightclubbin'.) Best of all, it's not like I needs any contraception, it's not like I can get pregnant again is it! I's gonna be raw come the morning.
If you's in Rumours tonight and a mad lady with a big belly jumps on you and tries to drag you into the toilets, don't fight it, chances are that's me. Come on!
