Walking through Serbia…

What can I say? Bob’s here for half an hour and we’re already driving up Bryn with £50 worth of booze in the boot. It was misty, couldn’t see 5 feet in front of the car and in the midst of this zombie apocaplypse weather; we found an abandoned bus, it was mere moments before the chainsaw-wielding maniac burst out and chased us to the car…then we took a walk to the arse end of nowhere, it was mere moments before the snipers took us out on the serbian/bosnian border.

Amid this slight adventure, we resolved to go see Dave in Cardiff, Bob hadn’t seen him for months and wouldn’t get a chance while he was on this brief suaré…what could be better than seeing all your best friends at your front door (which they would have to clear 3 locked/passcoded doors to get to first) at 4 in the morning with a lot of alcohol? Well, apparently keeping quiet, covert and normal was more appealing to Dave last night, ‘less than impressed’ doesn’t quite define it, I don’t deny that Dave loves us all…he’s just got a real fear of breaking the mold, of offending people, stigma set in him from his delicious, safeguarded middle class upbringing, not his fault…

Rooke’s gone to Abu Dhabi, I won’t see her now till I’m back from Oz, we ended on bad terms which is a shame but whatever’s been said has been said, she thinks I get kicks out of being right all the time (which I really do) but she overestimates the lengths I would go to get my kicks and I think she claims to be a better friend than what she thinks she is. I compared being in her presence to ‘trying to piece together a riddle as to why she’s in such a shit mood this time’ oh well…

Tenby tomorrow…

We drove all night and that tune ‘music to watch girls by’ came on..always reminds me of that car advert…which one was it again?

Need to by Feist’s new book, depending on how long it takes up the old man’s, may pop down to swansea with the Card and get it…the grandad promised he’d get it for me…spoiled as fuck.

but I love it.

Crash.