My Life Oy Vay Eleven. Met up with my old millionaire mucker Felicity. We went to Kenwood which is a large stately pile on the edge of Hampstead Heath.
MY LIFE OY VAY (Number Ten) Went into R.A.P. (The Recovering Alcoholics Project) today and heard some words that sent a shiver down my lily-livered backbone: no, not that you can never have another drink, but the management have decided that 're-structuring' is needed. That's management speak for we are going to cut services, i.e. the drop-in centre. It really pissed me off, I couldn't concentrate on Marjorie's tits. Oh this girl has got a body to die for and lips to come over.