The Book of Sifty

Friday Pants 1:03AM

Okay today is the last time with a free PC for a while so I'm kind of bummed there's nothing exciting to write about. Well there is stuff but most of needs pretty epic write up and I'm only taking ' hour lunch breaks this week, so by the time I've inhaled my sammies there isn't too much time left.

Anyway I was looking at the dumb picture of me up there the other day and wondered where the jeans I was wearing had gone. Tessa used to call them my Friday trousers, since I usually wore them on casual Fridays at work. Anyway I was thinking the other day I hadn't seen them for a while, and remembered infact they are resting up in Cambridge currently. After a small incident with a couch in Switzerland they have a massive rip in the crutch. Funny thing was I didn't even notice till later that night. (Give me a break they've legalised dope in Switzerland and the beer was very cheap!). So I've learnt my lesson about jumping over the back of couches to get onto them.

A mate who runs her own mens clothing label fixed them up, but they ripped again. They really need a denim graft from another pair! Which I'd better do since there is plenty life left in the old dogs yet.

(BTW I think Crispy has the top, a nice semi transparent Glassons top with a studded guitar on the front. Need I say more?)