I'm on the night bus, you can't catch me, i'm fuckin innocent...

Hello, what is it like waking up at half three to go to work in London's biggest casino, I'll tell you what its like, it's fucking shit. Thought I'd go for a few pints after work last night, had a sensible night, about 4 pints, not a bit drunk, having said that, got home at about 11 so got about 4 hours sleep and now have a tongue like a carpet that's been soaking in babycham.
I'm writing this on the nightbus which is pleasantly quiet but I'm struggling to type on my phone's keyboard as I keep jiggling about, going to see Sam (not me) in st albans tomorrow and having steak and cocktails on Thursday. Got paid now my name is no longer poverty Sam.
By the way, what a marvellous weekend of sport, cricket, rugby, calling cup... only downside was rovers getting dicked on.

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