Stupid Bastard

Saturday the 17th of December was the start of my career. Picture this, The railway pub, Evesham (The centre of universe). Having a pint with me mates, went to enjoy a nice slash. Happened to loose me wallet ennit. When it was returned to me, some sly bastard robbed me 60 quid. Now obviously this was my drinking money therefore I was fucked off. So naturally i stepped up to mic and offered to deck the bastard. And I swear on my life I REALLY REALLY meant it! And just by chance there happened to be a record exec from blackfrog Records there and he signed me up on the spot for the fee of £60. RESULT!