Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind...
So me, Caine and Michael Caine decided meet down by the company yacht for a drink. It was pissing with rain and i’d just been on the bad end of a 75 hour flight so i really wasnt up for much. Anna had cracked the shits and gone home, but i thought why the hell not.
By the time we all got down there it was full of drunk chicks and toddlers all drinking tomato and guava daiquiris and listening to Beyonce. “Fuck this shit” i thought as a horrible shriek shot through my spine, it was nothing murderous, just the sound of women and children mixed with potent alcohol. I escaped this terrible scene and headed upstairs but all i found was a bunch of people staring at a dog licking its own balls, thats when i realised we were in Sydney. Then i sang a Libertines song as a man fell off his scooter.