JAMES SPRATT .org

A very good friend of mine is both a total arsehole but I know that he is brilliant. He’s brought all his issues upon himself yet I still reckon he’s the dog’s bollocks of a bloke. He’s the most unreliable, sad, disjointed, intelligent guy I’ve probably ever met and once again he’s disappointing me.

I met up with said waster last night, had a ‘j2o’ waiting for him at the bar and he says “no I’ll have what you’re drinking”. Oh dear. He’s been drinking again for a couple of months on and off and that is what he did that night a short while back. And he also seems quite keen on gambling too. He’s off to Spain end of next week he reckons. To grow tomatoes and start procreating. I advised him against all of it, especially the tomatoes.

Anyway, we went for a nice meal but he was pissed within 10 minutes of meeting me due to having started earlier in the afternoon. And he was that annoying-falling-down-drunk that he does very well. So he fell down for about the 5th time, outside the restaurant, smashed his head, bled all over both of us and then didn’t want to go home nor come to mine as he was too embarrassed in front of both of our Mrs. So I put him in the Thistle Charing Cross. Not a great night out. Still, I got a decent meal out of it! Oysters an’all.