What a fucking con. Since when has Christmas Eve fallen on the same day as New Year's Eve? That's two Tightarse Tuesdays at the Tote I've missed out on in a row. And the week before, Dead Moon were playing, so management cancelled it to make more money off the spillover to the front bar. Bastards. On the plus side, I'm not working Thursday for once, so I can go to the Club UK tonight to drink.

Christmas. Bah. Humbug.

I can't even relax with a nice rum and orange (though I am trying), and some fucking kids are walking down the street pressing all the doorbells. If I could've got my boots on quick enough I would've chased them, beat the shite through them, and said; "don't ring number X again", where X is the neighbours' house. Those neighbours are a bunch of fucking dickheads.

P.S. Enough of your festy (NOT festive) eggnog, rum is the drink of the holidays!