Archive for March, 2009

At night I dream recession dreams all closing down sales, embittered shop assistants cursing head office efficiencies, empty streets and lonely bars.


This is my song to getting drunk.
This is my song to getting fucked up with my friends.
This is my song to Stella artois.
This is my song to great big dirty pints of guinness and a cheeky whisky chaser.
This is my song to wkd and vodka red bulls.
This is my song to wetherspoons.
This is my song [...]