MAGIC MUSHROOM

Every morning as I go for my morning tinkle I'm greeted by my little mushroom friend who I have named "Jesus" due to his Lazarus like ability to resurrect himself from the dead. From time to time he disappears in a puff of powder but like a seriously bad case of herpes he's always back staring at me while I do my business. Cheeky little monkey.

Went to Chinatown for feed last night with the SMGs (Single Mother's Group). After dinner off to Soho for a spot of kareoke. It was kinda funny as I had been talking myself up as the kareoke king for the last two weeks and when it was finally time to do the business I end up with a throat infection and could barely talk. What made it worse was that they were all pretty bad. Crimes against music were committed last night and I demand justice. At least I had an excuse for my poor warbling, I was sick. (ha ha ladies you know my number if you want to complain)

I never knew Compton Street was a gay hangout. I was wondering why everyone was holding hands.