Countdown

Got the letter back from Yorkshire. "Fuck off" it said. At least they were straight with me. Chuzzleclit was very depressed. Drank a bottle of absinthe before going on stage at the Cleethorphes British Legion Club. Bloody hell. Martin pissed himself on stage and I had to cover for the bastard. I really wanted Countdown. I bet that shit Gyles Brandeth gets it.