Wednesday 17th November 1993

This is a f**king blur. I drove my bike halfway home but on Heol Elizabeth I had a speed wobble from not being used to road racing bikes and I stuttered into the kerb opposite auntie Nancy's house. Mad!! I had to get pissed then to calm my nerves. Any excuse, altho I don't need an excuse to drink. Im quite open and honest in the fact that I like to get messed up drunk. Those who say they need an excuse to have a drink are cowards who are ashamed at their habits. I am neither coward nor ashamed so cheers!! Drink and getting blotto to us all xx