Thank fucking christ

I think I'm still drunk. Went to a show last night which was pretty good.

Got a really sneery email form the director of the letting agents and sent him one back pretty much calling him a cunt and telling him as he'd breached the contract of notice I want out. Come find me on the streets of Leith in a month.

Tell me about you weekend and which girls you're going to be crying over because they won't hold your hand.

All the best.