Random events from the age of seventeen up to the present day. Actually, more like up to the age of forty or so, mainly. That’s when all the weirdness happened. That’s when I was getting drunk, doing drugs, and trampling on people’s feelings. Just generally being a top notch wanker in other words.
You’re Not OCD, You’re Just Annoying!
I used to have some very annoying neighbours. I mean, there are far worse neighbours. These two didn’t host drug fuelled parties, or operate a crack den, or play Shania Twain’s Greatest Hits until the early hours of the morning. Maybe irritating is a better word. I used to have some very irritating neighbours.
A Bottle of Southern Comfort
On Thursday April 13th 1989 I swapped my ticket to see Liverpool take on Nottingham Forest in the FA Cup Semi-Final for a bottle of Southern Comfort. On Saturday 15th April 1989 I woke with a hell of a hangover while my friend travelled to Hillsborough for the match.
He never came home.