Once again, the game wins me.

More Scum-shuttle woes. My gushing generosity has been exploited again by a girl who begged 50p form me at the metro station, only to then laugh at my shoes. They do resemble correctional shoes, but really, I cant be lugging all my fine footware up and down the Cuntry every single time. It could have been the queens nose, I hadn't even fucking checked.
Which leads me on to a puzzler.
Radgees, remain, by their ragged faces, their toothless moys, and their weight and general physical dynamic, recognisable.
Charvers on the other hand, or "chavs", for the southerners reading this who I pretend to be friends with, (nt rly guys, <3), the general, middle of the road, lower middle income general Bastards, have become harder to identify. Certainly, thier skin is a darker hue (this isn't racism, rather makeupism- we're all white in Newcastle anyway) but that isnt instantly identifyable, say from a distance, or through your faithfull friend here's rose tinted contact lenses.
Actualy, i wish they were rose tinted, thier sort of bluey. Things are so much nicer when the red hue's up, just slightly. Fuck me, call dragons den.

EYE, DIE, GRESS, SORRY.

The point I am wasting your time with, basically, is that Topshop has ruined everything. The vultures, no longer, discernable cultures.

A CAN IT BE ARSD TUH DEE A PIKSHA SO AL JUS TRY AN DRAW A FIFTY P LYK.
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/HALF A £\
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I'd say thats not bad. Better then a scottish fiver


*FUN FACT* the term Scottish Fiver, can be used in reference to Relations with a 16 year old.
IE Legal tender, but frowned upon.


Thats enough for now, I think.