All fur coat and no knickers.

The other day I had brief post 5pm day out with Katie. I was in town alone as this was during Pat's and my weekly fallout. It's not my fault he's mental.

I went to collect a fox stole from a charity shop Patrick and I now work in, it's the only charity shop in the whole of Bristol (to my knowledge) that sells [cheap] real fur. In the space of one week I've bagged myself a exquisite fox fur and a full length Persian lamb coat with a Mink trim. Epic.

During our day out, katie and I visited Primark. She needed to buy a duvet or something as she soiled her last one. It was somewhat of a real life oxymoron, katie, wearing a coat that had ultilised approx 250 Russian Squirrels, buying a £5 extra tog duvet.

In other news, Im currently suspended from work. It's nothing but ironic that I should be suspended and possibly fired 3 weeks before I was planning to quit. Any sane person wouldn't care considering the quality of the job though I'm rather particular when it comes to giving myself a bad name especially when its unjustified.

Last night my work or should I say ex-work friends and I forced a night out. It was a night extracted from our virgin arse holes with the use of forceps. It was never going to be a night we would all enjoy.

I met a subject of interest who looked like a period Aristocrat. His name was Tobias. On first glance he reminded me of Lord Craven from The Secret Garden. Turn of the century vamp-eqsue, very Edgar Allan Poe. Plus, anyone who reminds me of my favourite music video gets my vote. Tom didn't aprove,but what does he know? He's always to pre-ocupied with making Galants out of 4's.

Thanks to Tom and his 4, Patrick's room how smells like Torture Garden, in other words, warm rancid lube and ass.

The hi-light of the night was ... o yeah, I forgot, there wasn't any. Though Maz came to encounter the mysterious Dubstep kid who's always out yet no one seems to know. He wears a Dangly earring and everyone fancies him. I assured her this was the silver lining of the night. Though being french, she didn't have a clue what I was referring to metaphorically.