Feels like a hangover

Win football 6-2. Goalie is a cretin. See Mitchell out, he gives it the biggun for a while - calls me gay, calls me skateboard pete and laughs about my hair for a while. Dave gives him a light and he calls England a pikey cunt. See Gaz at Dawlish Sands, me and Dave both get Jacky-P - £5 - Back of the net.

Go to the Langstone Cliff Hotel, sneak in through the side entrance and get the lift. Some cunt who owns the place shouts 'Oi' and we do one through the hotel, he gets his muscle to chase after us. When he sees us, we say we are looking for Acres, but Acres is currently in Paris. Nath's mum is at the bar and its embarrassing. A dick-wod follows us out and I full-beam the bastard, do a lap of the car-park and leave.

We drive aimlessly around the warren for a while nudging bins and gates. I full-beam a police car. We don't pick up two bitches from the lansdowne and the evening ends with a handbrake turn in a field.