Timepiece .

Dave was being an awkward wanker, banging on about some camera and tripod. We watched skins at the Langstone Cliff Hotel where we smuggled in and drank a bottle of shitty vodka and pepsi. The voddy tasted like solvent abuse and Darryl mixed his with peppermint soda. We watched skins on the big tele - Cook was acting like top-boy giving it some with effy. When skins finished Darryl is a twat.

Our train is at 11 15 and its 11 21 but for some futile reason we decide to run to the train station anyway. We're all out of breath and we wait for the 12 15 train to Exeter. We dont feel like paying for the train so we get off at St Thomas and walk to TP. When we get there, there is a load of dalmatian cunts all over the shot - PISSING ME OFF. We go upstairs WITHOUT PAYING and walk around for a bit before we have a go at some insecure blond kid getting his guns out. When it closes, which is not long after we finally get there, we put on scouser accents and try to sell coke to meatheads and students. My accent is rubbish but people believe Dave's and we get a raj.

While walking back to Dazza's eating chicken and chips we see a wheelchair against the curb with a guy in it. We push him to a shelter and pick him up for a bit. He claims to be 'the man with no name' and wants to 'chip in' for some fags at tesco, but its too far away and we say our farewells.
We decide to walk through the hospital and its weird. The hallways are deserted and we find a church room. It looks like a film set or something synthetic and it has been trashed, with bibles everywhere, upturned chairs, soil and plant-pots on the floor so I write "catholicism = control" and Dazza adds: "Fake God".

When we get back to Darryl's house Dave spills ribena on the floor and I think I have lost my wallet but its in my jean pocket on the floor.

The next day Darryl is weird and doesnt like us being in his brothers room. Me, Nathan and Dave get a KFC and then Nath gets a haircut (probally shit). We have a little gamble at Star Amusements before we go to the trainstation, which precedes our trip to Sport Soccer where the staff get pissed off because we aren't very good at indoor golf and tennis .

Read the Daily Star on the train - just a gossip mag. It talks about anti-homosexual therapy which is sickening, and involves electrocution and repression of erotic thoughts. We havent bought a ticket and when we get off the train to tell the driver through his little window: "HAHAHA you cunt free train journey" - to which hes not very impressed. In Dawlish Warren we have a gamble I win £7.50 on Adult Poker and Dave wins £25 - Golden Games loves it. A machine steals 10p of mine so I tell an attendant that I put in £1.20. With the nugget he gives me I win another £10 on adult poker - BACK OF THE NET.

We go back to the Langstone Cliff Hotel to watch tele - they have MUTV, ChelseaTV and LiverpoolTV but not Living TV so we cant watch DOG THE BOUNTY HUNTER. Me and Dave both take a shit there and I read GQ. We walk home and its Matt's birthday today.