#40. Rotten

Went to see a Jeff Buckley tribute thing last night. He never turned up, so we sat in this strange bar with red light bulbs listening to some bloke with red hair playing reggae.

Then we went to Fibbers. *Sigh*. I don't see why we can't go for a quiet pint without ending up in that shithole. Although, it was enormous fun me and Ste jumping about to Debaser, with the whole dance floor to ourselves. Then I snoozed. I feel rotton today, but I'm in a straight talking mood, coz I'm too exhausted to bullshit.