But I thought he said...

So the new trying-to-get-out-more Ian decided that he’d head over to the Grovenor after work for a few pints tonight. It was all good really. I managed to get a couple of Kronies down my throat, have a chat with a mate, relax, get some news, which in the grand scheme of things was bad news... and then have a laugh about said news with said mate. It was the kind of news that made me wish me mad mate Wayne was with to help me digest it. Wayne’s the type of friend that’ll make you laugh at yourself, make you giggle uncontrollably in the worst situation, and just make light of almost anything bad(he had me laughing the morning after I wrapped my dad’s BMW around a street pole at 100mph). In the end Lee was the one that laughed at me, and made me laugh at me, and my life, and pretty much everything. Who would of thought? He actually understood me tonight. Shock horror. I think he found my situation honestly funny, which I did too (surprise, surprise). It’s a good sign really. I needed to find it funny.

Even though it’s not. God dammit.

I think at this point I may need to clarify a few things. This site is about me (well, Nat’s as well if you take a look at the big red rectangle). It’s definitely not about you… who ever the hell you are. It’s not written for you, or for anyone. In fact I couldn’t give a fig if you read this or not. It’s written purely for me. It’s not a surreptitious form of communication. It’s purely ME sorting MY shit out in MY head. Something like a confessional… but a public one. I don’t really know why it needs to be public. Maybe something to do with the fact that I don’t see the point in writing something that no one else is ever going to read. Whatever. Just don’t think I’m doing this for you.

Well now that that’s off my chest I actually don’t have anything else to write. Hope you enjoyed it. Laters.