I'm going to start a SG Hypocrites group, and then a chauvenist one if there isn't one already.

Went to Manchester yesterday. The university was teeming with knobless airheads who were on the open day. Alix met me from the train and we went out for pizza. I ate olives. After that I took a pill and a half at Rescue rooms, stayed in the back room until it was quiet in there, talked to a bouncer called Armani with A. and JVB. I walked home with the girl and walked those green streets again. The roads are the roads of a lot of friendships. My new coat looks crap and so do my Dr. Martens. I was, again, happy for about two minutes.

She think's that I should go to London. I think I have to take care of things here. Do my readers think going to a new job in the capital at this point in my young life is a good idea or would it be too distressing?


Fringes. I wish i'd lighten up. What do you think I should do? Quit SG? mmm.