So yet again it has been a long time since i have writen on here, and this one is going to be about by day to day frustrations.

to those who may or may not know who i really am, i have been away for a while, i went to france to snowboard every day for 6 months where as all the pikey scum who do fuck all appart from mate with eachother to create more pikeys so the mother is also the kids sister.... aka she gets fucked by her dirty pikey thief of a fuck up father. My main frustration right now is sitting inside, with nothing to do except experiment with paint (which is fine) and watching snow videos, this anoys me as there is no snow for thousands of miles right now.

As a member of the unemployed club which there are only a few of us ...... oh wait, no this countrys a total fuck up so there are thousands of us. My day is spent getting up late, editing photographs, painting, looking for jobs (which the dull scummers never do), and going for a skate at the local skatepark. The skatepark is a massive frustration in my day! i roll in to see that there is not a single person that should be in there, there is either some dick heads from college on their lunch break who can think of nothing better to do than to kick a football at a ramp(although i guess this is better than recreating what actually happened to Maddie Mccann), some fucking retards skinning up a spliff because they are in the same job situation as me but cant be fucked to go look for a job so just get stoned all day (WOOOOO....bellends). and then there are the ......... i dont even know what they could be called! they are just vomit inducing oxygen thiefing wankers. these are usueally fucking fat 13 year old girls that have just come out of hospital after having a sprog (kid) and sit in a skate park (where they do not belong at all) smoking and drinking...... get out, i have NO time for you, wouldnt piss on you if you were on fire!

What else? skateboaring, but then again thats all in my head so i wont write about that. ahh! i got one! The day i got back from France, the VERY first thing i spoke to one of my friends about was how this guy we know was held up with a kniffe PURELY for his weed! not for his wallet, phone ipod what ever, but his weed, man im so glad to be back. not! i was in the country for less than 30 minutes and was pissed off by chavy wankers not saying thankyou for me, with 4 bits of luggage strugeling to hold a door open for them and not a single one of them said thankyou, not even a nod.

check back soon, il try and keep this going now i have no job and nothing to do,

Much love,

Foamy.