An hour in town

Christ does a one hour lunch trip into town throw up some rants

Lets start with myself, hell I'm always up for some self abuse.
Its a nice town even this time of year full of students and rather good looking people and its nice weather lovely nothing could be nicer, right up till you let in that sneaking voice of doubt the little one all us bi-polar get from time to time, its a bit like the little gobby thing that sits with Jabba on his throne throwing up all the usual little bits of self doubt, your fat, your ugly, everybody things you look like Jason Voorhees. Turning what was a nice trip into town into a paranoid ramble, such fun.

Fuck it lets bitch about other people I've bitched myself out by now

Buskers a couple of pointers
1. If you are a well to do middle class student trying to pass off being a poor street busker don't use an expensive guitar and amp kind of a give away
2. Please don't try and be Badly Drawn Boy, the original is twat enough but it does really show you up if your no good
3. Try to be good at what you do, or at least bad enough to be funny just being shit isn't going to get us parting with our pennies.
4. Even if you do remember to dance to a ghettoblaster occasionally, wearing a funny mask and demanding money is classed as a mugging
5. Though shall not play songs designed for a voice 4 octaves higher than your own.

Old people - fuck off its lunch time you have the rest of the day 5 days a week to div around (same goes for weekends)
Fat people if you must block the pavement please walk faster

Girls in short summer dresses your doing it right