took fucking ages getting into work today. left a little later and then get caught up in all the rich mothers dropping their kids off in obnoxious sized 4x4's on a busy road. Absolute shits, the lot of em. I wouldn't mind so much if they parked down the side streets and walked their kids the 50 yards extra, but they have to park right outside the school entrance.
Always get thoroughly annoyed at people who stand in smiths and read the papers without paying for them. If you want to read a paper while you wait for a train it is fucking 35p to buy one. A magazine I might say fair enough (especially if it's a 3.50 job) but why hang round the busiest part of the shop being a right pain in the arse for the sake of saving 35 fucking pence?
So, I'm off to scotland tonight (well, not strictly true, I'm staying in some grief hole of a travelodge near stanstead before flying tomorrow morning). Down near Stranraer on the west coast. Can't fucking wait, my dad owns a caravan up there (not a pikey portable shed, a proper one with central heating and decking and that) and it's a lovely place. Been going up to that part of the world since I was a bairn and I still enjoy visiting, especially going to the local pub which is topper. Hopefully see some more of the lovely dog in there that a bloke takes in, so friendly, called Ranger (guess which team his owner supports?). I fucking love animals, saw one of my favourite local dogs in my boozer the other night, wee dog called Scooter, owned by a biker fella, such a sweet wee thing, gave him a bit fuss.
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