vampsinthe78

Ive run out of beer....
There seems to be a power cut outside. All the street lights are off, and delightfully the trafford centre' blue and green aura of light pollution seems to have disappeared. Im pretty glad the house still has power. It means I can witter on here likeI actually have something interesting to say...
I have to get away from here, soon. The sooner my employment agency get me a decent job somewhere... Im outta here. "..Shadow of the mill, back o the hill, all i know is its making me fucking ill.." I know why the Quaker and Methodists hated manchester so much. The pubs are full of dicks. This doesnt actually mean Im going to give up the booze and become one. hell. Im pissed as a lord now... Woo.. Gotta go!