Oops.. Got too drunk at the gig last night... x
Dear Diary,
For I was wasted. Aye. Running for the bus by Willie Make-it, illustrated by Bettie won't. Aye. Booze and such flowed high. The place was filled with loveable rogues. Dodgy folk, the likes of which you can't possibly imagine. Banter at the bar. I dazzled them with ditties, never before heard of, by mine sweet guitar. Aye. I miss you. No-one knows me save the Universe.
More later,
For I am spent tonight,
Aye,
I love y'all,
Maxy Waxy. xxxx
