Now don't go thinking that i've spent the weekend dressed in black, mopeing about like a pissed off teenager, I'm very good at hiding my feelings from people, putting a brave face on is speciallity of mine of which i'm quite proud in fact. But unfortunatly when everyone thinks your sitting on cloud nine, they have a tendency to be interested, to ask questions about "how life treating ya?". So, in order to hide the truth from the people closest to me i dodged, side-stepped and spun every conversation that was thrown at me until, at the end of the night, i managed to escape in the shadow of my brother and his baby arriving (grandchildren are a 1st class distraction).
Thankfully the night was partially saved by a long, cold walk home.
In case you were wondering what the moral of the story was it is as follows...
"I really am a cock".
I can't help it and i never seem to be able to catch myself doing it at the time, only noticing through hindsight (which, as we all know, is 20/20) I DO try to keep a handle on my mouth but unfortunatly if you only every hurt the ones you love maybe i should have bought them some body armor instead of DVD's.
MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.