Well it’s 2009 – happy new year. I had a lovely Christmas. It’s surprising how those southerners are willing to buy your gear when you have little Tiddles over the fire. Nice wedge in me pocket for Christmas and a bit of bling under the tree for our lass. Lovely

The only one who put any sort or resistance was that big eared poofter. He told me my gear was crap and he wouldn’t buy it. Then that smell was back. I’m sure he crapped himself so I thought I’d be neighbourly and check, bent him over and inserted a bottle of ‘Huge Boz’ at high speed. While he was crying in the corner I left a few more for presents for his ‘mates’ and emptied his wallet. Servers that lanky mincer right for leaving him alone.

Anyroad, then the bad news that our mam wanted a ‘family’ Christmas. Great, I have to spend time with people I’ve only just got away from. Still Clair, our Tony’s missus rang us 3 times to tell us the deccies were up and all those bloody draws had been done – she is a bit scatty. Then our lass said how popular gay and gayer were so it was the ideal time to get back to the Boro as I could go back the the workies without having to lift a finger..

Christmas was, well Christmas with the family. The bro’s missus was fun like, I said she was scatty but kept leaving food all over the house. She ended up like pac-man. Clair ate everywhere.

Stayed a little longer. Our lass wanted to see her family and I wanted any heat to disappear in the south. Plus Biff said he has a new supply coming in that he said I could have for a good price. Sweet. I’ll be able to shift it in no time down there and with the protection stuff should be a good year.

Will have to get back there next week like, they are on about taking the deccies down in the club – sounds too much like hard work to me. Well I suppose I’d better get be bags packed ready. And remember – if anyone camp asks, you haven’t seen me.