14 and a half years in Manchester and I finally get robbed. Some twat, who was pretending to have a gun but patently didn’t, grabbed my wallet and had off with it when I took it out to give him some ‘Fuck off and leave me alone’ money.
I’m…. Actually, I’m still drunk. Despite spending the last two hours talking to the Police. Hey ho.
I’ve cancelled my debit card already and I don’t think there were any other cards in there. The only things of value were a couple of receipts and Dave’s e-mail becasue he so wants a copy of this picture.
An actual report on the farce in Whitworth gallery will have to wait.