Coventry at home

I’m drunk.

Iknow why I am drunk. I am drunk because I have had too much drink. And have been drinking since 5pm. It’s been fun. I am very happy.

I am very happy because Wolves won again. I found this out at circa 12am. It is now 2:51am. I am extra happy because Freddy Eastwood didn’t score. He is a poo. To celebrate this I drank more rum which has now constricted my stomach a bit. I could not possibly drink anymore. Or eat possibly anymore. I nearly spewed just now. It was fun. I triumphjed!

At some point tonight I was in a restaurant on a balcony looking at stars and the moon. I was thinking if you people who read this were looking at these stars and moons. One defo not, I mean, you’re in canadia, right? But maybe you others were. Well probably not. But I’m missing you all a bit yeah? OK. A lot.

I am also very happy because I feel I am one of the house now in my house. This makes me happy.

I have two new roommates. One Swiss one Polish, one male, one female. They are both lovely and very different. But lovely.

My stomach keeps turning. I don’t want to puke because I am scared of puking and because Polaka cleaned the flat today. It hurts.

I am playing Johnny Foreigner. It reminds me of Birmingham and I miss it.

I am still drunk now. I am going to post this and wake up thinking what the fuck did I post and then read this and think ah it’s K really. Then I’m going to watch India cane Australia in the 2nd Test for the WHOLE day on my SOFA whilst finishing my new A Load Of Bull article. And it’s going to rock.

I am very happy. But I miss you all. That is the main from all of this.

“I seen the girls at your shows…”