where's jimmy lambert?
there's no sign of him. he meant to drop off our wages off yesterday evening. i went and saw the greek bloke (jimmy's boss), and he says he weighed the leg tapper out yesterday morning. i can't get him on his mobile either. bastard! sent him about 20 messages. the lads are doing their cobblers. we're all well skint. you can't trust anybody for fucks sake.

auditions for the band last night. jesus christ - there's some desperate looking punters about.

the ad i put in the paper was for bass players and drummers with experience. nice and simple. i had to re-read the fucking ad last night when i got home just to see if i'd made a mistake and put "the dregs of society are welcome" on the bottom of the ad by mistake. i mean. you expect the odd big issue seller but this was just plain fucking awful. shite!