I'm Going Outside Now...
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Open up the medicine chest
I couldn't identify more with a song unless it had 'this song was written for Alan Myers' splashed all over the front cover.
I will insist that it is played at my funeral.
Now it's 3 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. The office is flooding, no fucker from the engineering team can be arsed to pick up the phone, and I have to go to Crewe for 7 hours' (plus) of bullshit at 7.30 tomorrow morning.
I have no doubt that everything will of course turn out to be my fault.
Fuck that for a game of soldiers!
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