The other day I saw that ex-Corrie lad Richard Fleeshman on tele. My immediate thought was "what a bellend, look at the fucking state of him". That may have been subconscious envy. Maybe not though. He did say one thing that I respected though; the interviewer asked him what doing a theatre show 8 times a week was like and he said "well, it's not going down the mines is it? I feel very lucky to do what I do". I kept that comment in mind when I started back on the buses. I've enjoyed it so far, seeing everyone again. I've done so much in the last year it seems hard to believe it's only been a year, but at the same time it seems like only yesterday since I was there. Harvey Mandell can eat my shit.
Yesterday me and Nat tried to go and see Predators at the cinema. Orange Wednesday. With Twilight being out, the queue was fucking silly. So we fucked it off, got some grub and wine from Associated Dairies, and (finally) watched Jaws in bed. Nice. Anyway, the point is we saw Sonya and Jeanetta at ASDA so we dropped Jeanetta off at her house. As we came round the corner, we saw two young scrotes wheeling a blue bin off filled with what looked like car parts. We asked Jeanetta if it was her bin, and she said not, which was odd, as the two lads looked away and stopped wheeling it when we pulled up. Eventually they realised we weren't going to do anything, so made off with it. It turned out that it was Jeanetta's. I know it's only a dustbin, but all the same. Fucking scumbags. I drove after them, but I'm not sure what I would have done. Is it worth it? All the same, I can't stand bellends like that.
Cancelled road trip to USA with Karl, Martin and Chris. Couldn't afford it. BUT I am aiming to get away with the lads to Spain. Result?
