1927 wrote:
True to my word, here is me with my donut. I also bought a cornflake cake, looks gay, but its not cos Im eating it.
The girl with the 'special eye' is called Susan, I know this because one of the girls called her Sue, and me being the budding detective have worked out her name. They dont call me Sherlock for nothing.
Anyway hope you enjoy the photo of me in my 'design studio', it was an office until yesterday but I swept, hoovered and then mopped my laminate floor, so now its a fucking design studio.
Thats a caramel donut in my mouth, it dosent have a whole in it. What with this and Susans wonky eye Greggs the bakers can be quite confusing. Furthermore they charge you 5p for a paper bag.
The mug by my arm says 'To The Greatest Daddy from your little princess' - Yes its mine and it has coffee stains on it, not tea. The plate was from my toast this morning, Warburtons Seeded Batch. Thats the bread you need in your life fellas. High in fibre, helps you shit.
The crack in the wall is because the wall is falling away, we spent 40k 18 months ago have it pinned and a new roof, hasnt worked so one day I will die here talking to you lot.
