My friends, my fellow Londonites; tomorrow is an historic day. Following 15 days of captivity tomorrow will be the day that Lon is once more free to roam the streets, once more free to get high at Lola’s house, once more free to get shitfaced at Tappers and once more free to entertain the menfolk of this fine country for free. These are the values we have been fighting more my friends; sex, binge drinking, drugs and teenage pregnancy are the things that keep this nation great, and in the face of adversity, in the face of extreme provacation, in the face of overwhelming pressure, Lon has stayed steadfast in her belief in these values. From this year forth we shall declare the 9th January, National Get Shit-faced, Baked and Fucked Day.
Ok… so I ain’t grounded anymore. Next I come home completely bungalowed, I will try not to do a poo in the cat litter tray.
X- Lon -X
Liberating London
January 9, 2009 at 2:51 am
Hi, so I would reply to your post, but I have no clue to what your talking about…I’m American. Anywho, I just wanted to say, that I love your name : )
January 10, 2009 at 8:36 pm
Lucky for me Amy, I do.
That’s friggin’ hilarious Lon, I was honestly pretty much giggling all the way through that. Especially the last line. In the cat’s litter tray? Oooh. Not the best image to conjur up.
Have a good weekend, don’t take a dump in anyone elses litter tray.
Tom.
January 11, 2009 at 6:40 am
Amy
As I said over at your place, I am mostly incoherent to those that know me, and I pen most of this crap late at night over fags and coffee, so no wonder it makes little sense.
My parents can be blamed for the name thing. At least I was not born in the States; London sounds better than being called Washington.
January 11, 2009 at 6:42 am
Tom
You really do not want to know about the litter tray incident. Even at 18, did you know, there are still things one can do to get grounded? At 18! A grown woman being grounded.
No litter trays were abused in the writing of this blog, you can be assured of that.