Tupac 2....
Whassup a'ting raasssclaat? BOOOOOOOM! Oh shut up Kiria. Nah, seriously, I am officially trouble. I is baaaaad news. You ask Neil the dice man. Just ask. What started off as an innocent listen to my music and read of my blog has ended in a stint in hospital, some hefty scarring and a near death experience in a drive by shooting, all in the space of a month. Seriously....you might want to stop reading now....
Rock and roll baby! It all happens here I tell you. I have a well good excuse for being away from my diary this week. I got so much to write about I could spend the rest of the week filling you in....my life is far from boring I am pleased to say. Man City buying Ronaldhinio???????? Sorry. I should be concentrating, but no sooner did Sky Sports News initially distract me with a clip of loads of near naked men laughing together whilst bouncing up and down in a swimming pool, but they flashed up a news text saying Sven wants to buy smiley from Barca and has been in contract talks. Hmmmm, how very strange. I must be well out of touch.
Errrr, where was I, oh yeah, being shot at. Yeah, I was sitting in the little Greek Cafe at the end of my road the other night having a meal and BOOM BOOM! These damn gun shots go off! Something smashes and this glass and wet is all over the floor which starts a hoo haa in the resturant and culminates in me scrabbling about sifting through the broken glass of a champagne bottle on the floor to find a flipping bullet! The bullet that shot through the wall of the shop and hit a champagne bottle that was in line with my bloody head! Worse hit was the Spanish wine shop two doors down which hit through the glass and went straight through the counter before ricocheting off a machine on the back wall. Behind where the guy always stands! These were not cap gun bullets that's for sure, they were from a rifle.
Anyway, there you have it. We remained for the rest of the meal in a "crime scene" unable to leave and although the whole thing was bizarre and a bit of a shock (it's not like I live in Brixton - my street is quite posh) I found it all pretty exciting. Ahhhh, anyway, time for bed, what might tomorrow bring? It better be big..........
Rock and roll baby! It all happens here I tell you. I have a well good excuse for being away from my diary this week. I got so much to write about I could spend the rest of the week filling you in....my life is far from boring I am pleased to say. Man City buying Ronaldhinio???????? Sorry. I should be concentrating, but no sooner did Sky Sports News initially distract me with a clip of loads of near naked men laughing together whilst bouncing up and down in a swimming pool, but they flashed up a news text saying Sven wants to buy smiley from Barca and has been in contract talks. Hmmmm, how very strange. I must be well out of touch.
Errrr, where was I, oh yeah, being shot at. Yeah, I was sitting in the little Greek Cafe at the end of my road the other night having a meal and BOOM BOOM! These damn gun shots go off! Something smashes and this glass and wet is all over the floor which starts a hoo haa in the resturant and culminates in me scrabbling about sifting through the broken glass of a champagne bottle on the floor to find a flipping bullet! The bullet that shot through the wall of the shop and hit a champagne bottle that was in line with my bloody head! Worse hit was the Spanish wine shop two doors down which hit through the glass and went straight through the counter before ricocheting off a machine on the back wall. Behind where the guy always stands! These were not cap gun bullets that's for sure, they were from a rifle.
Anyway, there you have it. We remained for the rest of the meal in a "crime scene" unable to leave and although the whole thing was bizarre and a bit of a shock (it's not like I live in Brixton - my street is quite posh) I found it all pretty exciting. Ahhhh, anyway, time for bed, what might tomorrow bring? It better be big..........
