Sunday, January 24, 2010

Oh Georgie. Such a shock it is that I have had - Winston is Gay!!

I will not tell you about the embarassing circumstantials in which I discover this.

But that is not the worst of things. Winston is moving in to the flat of his friend Brian who is driver of the buses, and is also of the gay persuasion.

The man what owns the club - who is called Mr Smith - will let me stay in these two squalid rooms providing I work in club. No, not as bouncer, because Winston still has this job.

Instead is pulling handles of beer engines from behind bar and serving customers this stuff what tastes like urine.
Not that I ever drink urine - except one time which I did for a bet, but was my own urine. And anyway this is doing you know harm for certain celebrities do this on regular times.

But I digress from the point.

Where are you Georgie?

When are you going to rescue me from fate worse than death, what is called Purley.

I do not know where you are... I hope you read this blog sometimes and will come to my aid.

Your lonely and desperate

Anna