I want to beat 7 shades of shit out of S-Club 7!

Today was my day off. Had a fucking sweet lie in til gone 1, and decided I'd go for a wonder to the big supermarket on the edge of town. After a period of going all Inspector Gadget cus I thought my iPod had gone Maddy on me, I pulled myself together and found it. Funny how it's always in the last place you look...I hope the person that came up with that phrase died a horrible death.

Google mapped the 4k trek to the supermarket, put on some NWA and was headin' Straight Outta Romilly! After walking past countless rail yards I found El Dorado...

For some reason they were loving all things American, with bare Mustangs on display and Oreo cookies as far as the eye could see. I was lapping it up as the old dears behind the counter had cowboy hats on, and stars and stripes were all over the show. 

As I've said before, I had a bit of a hold ma dick Darren Sharper moment at the weekend due to the lack of a belt...was gagging for Primarni like a single mum on gyro day. Basic leather belts were going for £20 a piece so I settled for an £8 adjustable thing...fuckers saw me coming from a mile off! Can't wait to do laundry tonight, chances are I'll be in kids sized clothes by morning.