"And We Used AC/DC Because It's Heavy Metal"

Yesterday, I went mugging with my buddies. Well, mug painting. But, it amounts to the same thing. Photos will be up when possible.

But alas, today was the first day back at prison. I arose nice and early (9:10am) to put on my nice clean school attire (scruffy cords and grey jumper malarky) gathered all my important new files together (old wrestling file bought from Woolies two years previously, in an attempt at satirical humour. Actually, no, it was the cheapest one there) and looking clean and neat as a new pin (the just-rolled-out-of-bed look. It's fashion, okay?) I exited my (Emma's) house, and walked purposefully to the train station (begged a lift off Emma's kindly mother).

And that was my version of starting the new school year as I mean to go ahead. Lazy scruffbag? Yes sir.

Alas and alack, I am too lazy to recount to you the entire day, but it was mostly sitting around, doing bugger all. Ah. Sixth form life. I like it. I have 14 frees. What in the name of Saint Mary is the point in going to school? I'll tell you the point. The point is to drink tea all day.

Quick, MARCH.