ugly dog

Dazza came in the Grapes last night trying to flog us all this ugly little dog. i mean this thing had to be seen to be believed (that's why i nipped across to the shop a bit lively and got one of them cheapo cameras to take its picture). it was just the ugliest looking mutt i've ever seen in my life - a fucking freak of nature as far as i could tell: a cross between a poodle, that belonged to the daz-mans aunt dorice, and some ugly bulldog it met when they took it to Great Yarmouth for its hols.

Dazza looked embarrassed to be fair - the daft looking thing was just sitting there staring up at him the whole time. i just sat there, rubbing salt in the poor sods wounds.

Dazza's always getting himself into this sort of a mess. It's standard procedure for the boy and if there was ever a case for someone not learning by their mistakes it's the daz-meister. he's been in more adventures than indiana jones.

(more on this later)