Fight, Fight, Fight!!!

Currently listening in on a argument that's spilled out of the pub downstairs. I love listening into these fights, its like a cross between River City & Big Brother that I can watch from the kitchen window.

From what I can make out (damn the cars driving past drowning out the shouting!!) this one seems to be between a mother and son. Sounds as tho she was showing his pals her knickers in the pub.

I can see why he'd be upset.

Perhaps she's a prostitute (the sort Wayne Rooney has a thing for) and was having a slow Sunday night.

I am never going to get to sleep tonight, been sleeping like a fat beast all weekend. And when I'm not sleeping, I'm eating and getting fatter and fatter by the minute. The diet definitely starts tomorrow. Or when all the food in the kitchen runs out.

Think I may go on a 'diet cherry coke and apples diet'. If I could lose half a stone that would be fuckin marvellous.

Ooh and as soon as my new "Pump It Up: The Ultimate Dance Workout" arrives I will be Kate Moss like - without the drugs and loser boyfriends. Ohhh its just dawned on me that the drugs and loser boyfriends are probably what keeps her skinny.

Dammit. I think I'll stick with my dance workout, hahaha anyone want to join me??