Wednesday 5 January 2005

Still got a man cold!
spent the day frustratingly trying to sort out business matters, writing cheques for commission to agents, sending stuff and in one case resending stuff that was sent ages ago....then!
I made my way into this shit hole of a town that I live in. This is 2005 and the fucking shops close early on a Wednesday, the Printers, the Barbers, the Post Office even! Sorry Mr. 15% your cheque would've been in the post but my car got caught behind a hansom cab taking miners children to do a 16 hour day downt pit! This is a town without any rail links, a bus service that takes an hour and a quarter to get into Manchesterford 16 miles away! No department store (unless you count a giant "Wilkinsons"), four (count them!), four pund shops, seven charity shops on the main (and let's be honest, only) shopping parade, six pasty shops and four cafes, do these bastards ever cook? And you're never five minutes away from a nutter in Leigh, including the bizarre sight of a woman with a 1970's comb over a la Bobby Charlton! Leigh does have one grade 1 listed building, Avacab taxi rank, a fine example of 1930's deco. Unfortunately they cut it in half to make it into a taxi rank! We have newsagents that only sell two newspaper titles, and stock only 3 packets of cigarettes, not three brands, but three packets! In a local cafe recently, I asked for a clean ashtray and the spotty herbert serving responded with the classic line "We haven't got any clean ones!" I'm from a large city (yes it is a city you Black n White scumbags!) I've lived in large cities, that London, for one, Wakefield and Bradford and I've never encountered such wholly white, badly dressed, monocultural twats as the ones I see hanging around Leigh in the day time! The place really is twinned with Royston Vasey! I'll get into trouble for writing this.
So fuck!
FTM!