Sunday Afternoon.

Recession anticipation! Are you ready? I'm just hankering for a three-day week, reading the Morning Star by candlelight, fingerless gloves and some good strikes. Hooray! It's the 1970s!


No, seriously thouugh, the amount of debt we'll all in by the end of our courses, is it not just a little worrying? No? Just me then. It's Christmas soon, I'm not looking forward to that. I think we should get a Secret Santa thang going here.

Aside from all that, in our Clifton Crack Den everything is fine. If 'fine' means like seriously injured siblings and near evasion of rape, waking up with 'FAG' written on your head, having no money, and other things. That's not just me, it's some other people too. It's tough times, we're having a lot of feelings.

"She's so pretty, it's making me ill." - Pav, thirty seconds ago. RE: Some bint on The X Factor.

What is happening with the watershed these days? Does it even exist anymore? Simon Cowell fully just said 'bloody' on ITV-of-all-fucking-channels at 17:27 on a Sunday evening! John-Paul said 'bitch' and Niall said 'whore' on this week's Hollyoaks. We have a lot of feelings about Hollyoaks too.


More soon. I need to find some motivation.