Bobby Anderson

Well over the past month or so I’ve had some absolutely rotten luck, my holiday to Canada was cancelled, some tool drove into the back of my car, my car was returned to me 2 weeks later with a dent in it and has to get taken away again and when I put my car in for a service the monkeys at the garage managed to put a fuck off scrape down the side of the passenger door that had to be buffed out but, in the next couple of days I am going to move out for the first time.

I am moving into a flat with my mate which is still quite local to my house, only about a 10 minute drive if that away, nice place, I’ve moved some of my kit down there but over the past couple of days I’ve been shattered and haven’t had the chance. Tonight and tomorrow though I’ll get it all finished off and start my new life in the flat, hopefully this will be the start of a run of positive things to happen to me after that month from hell.

So aye, my holiday to Canada… off.

Fuck.

What makes matters worse is because I paid by Debit card it doesn’t even look as though I’m going to get my money back. I’ll have to visit my bank this week and get it sorted out. Absolutely gutted. I’ve been in dire need of a holiday for a good while, for those of you who have had to suffer this Glaswegian ’summer’ you’ll know what I’m talking about, a depressing state of affairs. I’ve been looking forward to this for months and to have it stripped away from me exactly a week before I was meant to head out is seriously shite. I’ve had it.

Zoom airlines, John Boyle, away and fist yourself.

Only 32 days until I head over to Vancouver, cannae wait, will be my first proper holiday from work this year too, the break will do me good, been stressed oot ma tits recently with various things.