I am sick of the argument that if you are poor, how on earth can you be fat. CRAP FOOD IS DIRT CHEAP.
The trouble is, single men in their 30’s who have never been married or had children are hard to come by. On the whole it’s true that most of the good ones have been snapped up by savvy women while they were in their 20’s and are now blissfully happy married.
It probably didn’t help that I was absolutely shitfaced when pitching my title idea to them either. (Don’t judge me for drinking Crispin, I can see the white tide marks on your nostrils).
Never ever go in a hot tub, because you never know what people like Carol and John get up to in them.
I have learned another thing about myself that I did not know before yesterday; my whinging and swearing in harsh conditions is involuntary.
Those pools with swim up bars – do you think people actually get out to go to the loo after a couple of drinks? Because they don’t. Here, come sit next to me and wallow in my piss with a lager.
I left shame faced though the side door of the church hall while people tutted and put bets on how long it would be before I died of a heart attack.
I didn’t want to go to my doctor for my anxiety, so I began to look online for other ways to manage the slight anxiety I have when I perform on stage.