Spoons

Well! I’ve survived an afternoon and evening at my local Wetherspoons. I was only doing some shopping and suddenly decided to go and get drunk! I started off at 3 and got in at about 9. In 6 hours I drank 4 pints of ale and a pitcher and a half of a gin cocktail which was delicious! I also ate 1.5 pepperoni pizzas. I think in total it cost me about £30!! A pint of IPA was £1.39 fgs! I know it’s a horrible business model and the food is awful and the owner is a fat tory brexiter pos but I can’t afford to get drunk anywhere else! The pub was empty when I came in but by 7 it was rammed. Full of families sitting down to eat, the lonely sad businessman that’s come straight from work and young people getting tanked up on cheap booze before they find a club somewhere. I felt too old and drunk to take much notice of any women but in general there wasn’t much to notice!

I got a bag of wotsits, some cookies and a bar of choccie went home and fell asleep whilst watching a half decent film. I kept waking up after some spectacularly vivid dreams involving balls of energy asking me to play a game and being an American policeman involved in a shoot out with other policemen. Where the hell that came from who knows? Finally I gave up trying to sleep when a crow decided to sing just outside my open window.

It felt really good to let myself go and it took a major effort to stay out despite anxiety and being so self conscious. I wish I could be an actor forever and pretend to be confident rich and successful! Mind you if that were the case I wouldn’t be in a Spoons would I!

Today I’m feeling good. No hangover 2 cups of coffee down and ready to face the day. I’m visiting my daughter and her bf today, they have a present for me apparently! My eldest son Callum, is coming over from Germany next week. I haven’t seen him in over 2 years! Both my boys and I are off to see the Alan Partridge show next week at the 02. We are all huge fans so are all looking forward to it!

The sun is shining. I have enough electricity and food. I have no money in the bank and my car is still broken. I consider myself rich. Still celibate. Still healing. Still funny! Peace out!