“And then a hero comes along…”
Dear T was driving home yesterday so I got a ride in her car. While in Wandsworth (where else?) we see a man driving a fucking big “manly” car. He was smoking with his tatooed arm hanging out of the window and he wore a manly black T-shirt. But what made us laugh was that he was playing Mariah Carey’s “Hero” very, very loudly which made us both laugh and when the song ended and then started again we realised that he had it on repeat! We were by this point laughing so hard that he noticed that we were laughing at him. He then did an illegal turn and cut infront of us and drove three lanes down just to get away from us! Well, you might be entitled to your own taste in music, but Mariah Carey? “Hero”!?? So not ok!
When we got home I easily convinced T to take a pint by the river. Started talking with a guy who sat next to us, which was quite fun. He bought us quite a load of drinks and talked about his wife. Didnt stay late thou, but today I found out that he tried to get it on with T’s friend H who came by. Nice, cheater!
Aaaaanyway, had looong publunch with work mates and got £44 in cash as a present! I liked it very much, money is def what I need right now.
And now…only a couple of hours left, hurra!!!! Can honestly say, Im not sad at all. Im rather glad!
Wellwell, over and out!
P
