She pulled me up on something again last night. She kept saying, 'I'm sick of your shit'. And then when I thought she was joking or not.
Oh no, I didn't think she was. I thought there was definitely something that she was implying.
Yeah, so then she was like, 'The only time you want to spend time with me or put your arm round me or anything like that is after the store room's gone red and green.'
I was like, 'It's not like you can turn around and say it's because I'm drunk'. F**king hell.
I'm surprised you didn't.
Turn around and say, 'Well, I've had a fishbowl so I'm just like [nonsense sounds]...'
I was cut so close. Like, so close. But I thought, 'Nah, she's obviously upset'. I'll have to speak to her. I don't want her to feel bad. Again. Another gruelling willpower test of mental and physical strength ahead of me now.
Yeah, you've got a lot of shit going on now.
She's like, 'Oh, we're dead cuddly in the night' and then when I wake up in the morning I'm just like, 'Wake up kid'.
Yo, she's just not used, she's not used to proper lads, like.