Trainspotting

Choose your friends.

SS listened to my work woes and gave good advice.

When the fuck can we both move to a cottage on a beach, get a dog, a frisby and make shell craft to fund our lifestyle???

My great friend Martine came to visit today...of course the *only* way to arrive in Mossley is by train. BLIP

We had a good old chinwag about old times, new times and future times.

Had a brilliant curry at Red Rose - tasty as usual. Then stayed up till the early hours putting the world to rights.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home.



Choose your friends.....














Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Choose Life People.

Kx