Because of the clocks going back, I find myself sat in a pub in victoria an hour earlier than I'd like to be.
Fuck that.
I don't want to be sat in a pub. I am because it's the only place that has comfy seats but doesn't have a miserable bitch that says things like, 'These seats are for display purposes,' (take that Marks and Sparks).
I'm also here because my girlfriend's sister decided to crack a shit about me staying at her place (my girlfriend's) too much, at 8 o'clock in the fucking morning. This was about 3 hours after i'd come in and gone to sleep. 3 hours sleep is not enough sleep.
Knowing that my friends were out drinking with me, I knew they wouldn't be awake enough to appreciate a knock on their door (their door, an hour away in the east end) so I decided to try and sleep the rest of the morning off on the circle line.
It's not very comfortable.
And so i find myself in a pub in victoria station, with a 3 pound breakfast in my belly and two hours to kill until the united/liverpool game and another hour after that when my mum is coming into town.
How do I not be the fuck up, pissed son?