dirty Manc’ bastards
Managed to get online again, thank god! The withdrawl was starting to get a little hard to handle. Not really been up to much recently, had to send my w810i off to get fixed cos it wouldn’t charge after the battery died. Been working lots, at The County…
Went to Manchester on Saturday morning, to meet Sexy Sam and go shopping. We had a really nice day, walked around Manchester and didn’t do much (and only bought like 3 things!) - pretty much what I needed after getting up at 0600 on my day off! We stayed in the Arora Hotel, which was really nice… And we got a free upgrade to an Executive Room! Should’ve been like √Ǭ£200 for the night! Nice one, lol. Went out for a meal to Pizza Express later on, meal was ok… Well, I say it was ok, I ate 1/3 of my pizza and left the rest because it was cold. When I told the waitress that my pizza had gone instantly cold, she said “Oh, that’ll be because of the toppings” “WILL IT? WILL IT REALLY? I’d fucking hope you’d cook the pizza with the toppings on it!”. Do you know what the toppings were? Buffalo Mozerella and Tomato.. Yeah, that’ll be why, because I chose obscure toppings for my pizza! Spot on, you fucking dickhead. After eating we decided we were too tired to do anything else so got some vodka and retired to the hotel room… All in all, a lovely day!
Next day, took the shorts I got from Animal back and said my goodbyes to Sam, and went to Picadilly…. But not before getting lost. That’s right, I managed to get lost trying to find what is possibly the biggest train station I have ever seen in my life! Eventually I found it and ran to catch my train.. As I pushed the “door open” button, the train left the station. Marvelous. So I went to sit in the Lounge and wait…. Half an hour later I approach the platform again, and go to get my wallet from my pocket… Lo’ and behold, it wasn’t there.. Instant panic flooded throughout my body. “What the fuck am I going to do now? No Money, No Cards, No Train Ticket”. Hastily I looked around for my wallet.. nothing. “Shit!”. I checked Lost Luggage, just incase, but alas no luck.. Now I really was fucked. I can’t believe the dirty manc bastard took my wallet out of my fucking pocket. I managed a year in Liverpool without this ever happening to me, so why it gets so much grief I don’t know! They only made off with √Ǭ£30 and my bank card, which I cancelled straight away.. but I really liked that wallet, and my new 2gig memory stick from my w810i was in there, and contained some pretty confidential information.. I just really hope they can’t work out how to use it, or dont care it’s there and jsut discard my wallet! Dirty fucking scumbags. Right, got that out my system.. Nice one, take care all.