UNTIL lately i was what me granddad called a 'l.a.y.a.b.o.u.t.'- bless im!-- being a musician & a cheeky Londoner & O.K. ive enjoyed a pint or/ 2 with the boys.. but screw self-pity! See, i recently {or 'finally' as the lads layd on thick for m.o.n.t.h.s.} escaped from dare i say, risking 'U.G.E. unpopularity' hah hah, 'Witch Mountain'. but M.U.S.I.C. made me survive that close call.. that AND -- something else that's even 'U.G.E.R' {not t.h.a.t., ya burk!} -i mean, HOW CAN I JUST SIT ABOUT, WITH SO MUCH POINTLESS SUFFERING IN THE WORLD? -Its bloody FATE meetin these activist friends of mine, cos these guys s.a.v.e.d. me from myself; Gave me a new lease on life; Theyre the greatest bunch of fokkers ever--- They helped me l.i.g.h.t.b.u.l.b. that E.A.T.I.N.G. my friends the animals wos bothering the hell out of me--- Ive since become vegan & much happier too---
so, jamie 'the layabout' is gettin off his arse & joining mates who get out there & d.o. s.t.u.f.f. to help animals & our bruised mother e.a.r.t.h.--- R-E-S-P-E-C-T! ---
Sure, i still play an odd tennis match with mum dearest who insists on keepin up me membership, aint she a luv? shes hopin ill meet a 'n.i.c.e.' girl there, little does she know of those devilish tarts in their tennis whites, breaking hearts left n right..
H.A.H--;)
but M.E., turnin over a new leaf? christ, scary innit. & if that doesn't deter ya; lay it on. masochist!
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