Lying on the couch watching "Only Fools and Horses" feeling sorry for myself.
Got jumped coming home from the pub last night
Two toe rags jumped me and booted my head in, a few cuts and bruises and a shiner that David Hayes would be proud of giving. The worst thing is though they robbed my wallet while I was out of it, only a few quid but I had a pic of my new grandson in it, along with his name band from the hospital, which my daughter had given me.
I would love to find the pair of shithouses.
Ah well sign of the times I suppose. I am not the first and I unfortuately wont be the last.
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