Today, a rather obnoxious Christian was loudly attempting to stick as much religious bullshit down the people of Liverpool’s throats. Him giving his opinion, I gave mine. Maybe just as loud as him, maybe that was the problem. In short, apparently a few people found mine very, very offensive, one in particular. The one being a rather tall, mean looking skinhead, and by skinhead I mean it.

He began to follow us and reached for his mobile phone. While holding the phone to his ear he carried on walking after us at a steady speed but showing no signs of uninterest. We waited it out in the carphone warehouse to see if he’d leave us alone but he didn’t. He carried on following us and we decided to try and lose him.

We started going up an escalator with him about 15 paces behind us. As soon as we were going up, he started to run, but just missed us as we passed the corner in St John’s market. We mazed around the market and darted out of the other exit with no sign of him.

We lost him. But just in case I now have a hit put out on me and I end up dying, you know why.

Things are looking up, I guess. I still don’t know, there’s something iffy about this. I seriously hope it all goes to plan or else I’ll have to start posting from the crowbar hotel.

Medium is not a three syll-a-ble word, I don’t think it will ever be, correct me if I’m wrong. Thick, however, is…

I’m sick and tired of waiting. Just when you think you get any closer, you get let down. Sick of it.