No man is and island, except me...... I'm an island

So me and Sam broke up, that still sounds wierd (having the same name), perhaps we broke up because we have the same name............... No we didn't, we broke up because I'm a shit boyfriend, I don't call or text, I'm always in the pub, I value my independence and I have a new job which seems to be slowly turning me into a bit of a dick.

I'm writing this on a train up to Preston, I love being on trains, I'm a lot more productive as it's dead time so I feel the need to fill it with reading or blogging or watching a film. I suppose I have the same opportunity to do those things at home but I don't.. I lozzock about.

Tommorrow is Aintree, first day of the Grand National meeting. I'm sure I'll lose all my money, I think I'm addicted to spending money in all forms.. gambling, strippers, food, booze. All fun things but can all rather expensive, (I'm not really addicted to strippers, I have to clarify that)

Friday is Jimmy's wedding, should be good, I've left all the information in London, I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.