Embarrassment
London really does bring out the best and worst in me. Or maybe just the worst in me but at least I feel alive doing it. I haven't drunk as much in a weekend in months (or perhaps since I was last down), and it's not as if I was even happy drunk...I've been a tit rat. I was even having a massive go at Richard stone last night and he has been nothing but an angel towards me. And I don't even remember what it was about! Oh memories, I don't know whether they are a good thing or the work of the devil. On Friday I ended up at PopStarz and I keep getting monstrous flash backs of just plain embarrassment. What i don't remember is pretty scary too.
I would like to take this moment to apologise to everyone I've freaked out, pissed off, had a go at, or made an ill thought out pass at. I could blame it on the drink...and I think I will, but I really should watch myself when in London. It brings out the worst in me.
I would like to take this moment to apologise to everyone I've freaked out, pissed off, had a go at, or made an ill thought out pass at. I could blame it on the drink...and I think I will, but I really should watch myself when in London. It brings out the worst in me.