Lack of sleep last night hasnt helped current mood, then I took FatHorse round the triangle, something I've refused to do before now because I thought it was frankly, dangerous. I was right and nearly got the pair of us killed. She was a star though. Catching some pikeys robbing some horse feed out the warehouse, and putting 2lbs on at FatClub has topped the lot off.
Even winning £100 on premoum bonds (I'm so cool) can't cheer me up.
Bollocking bastard fucking hell.
