A Kurdish Meal
I went to the porn shop and got £50 for my Canon 400d ‘got to get that back soon’, then I popped into the Clarence which is a gay friendly pub. I was only there a minute and my transvestite friend David came in. We had gone to the beach in Cornwall over the bank holiday and when he sat down I noticed that he had my prescription sunglasses on ‘you bitch’ I shouted and full of apologies he invited me for a meal at a local restaurant, a Kurdish restaurant. Lamb biriani was very filling indeed especially since it came with a large naan bread, soup and ladies fingers as David calls them all for £5 and he paid – Yeeess.
I banked £30, scored a ten bag and two tenants super! found a vein in my thumb quite easily but I’m feeling very guilty at spending yet another ten pounds. When I got back to the PC, I noticed an email from Google Alerts who I had filled an application in last night for the phrase “gay junkie” there aren’t that many instances of the phrase in Google or in other words not many people are searching for it or writing about it. There was this exception though.
I told David I would send him some of the photos from the beach once I had reduced the file size…here’s a couple;
