Saturday 3rd July 1993

Drunk f**k. Burry Port carnival. Moonraker at night. This is the type of rubbish that sad losers call enjoyment. Personally id rather be in a coma. Which I was essentially. I started drinking early, but on this day I wasn't alone. Loads of us drink on carnival day. And the oafish among us start fighting. I don't, im a drinker not a fighter.