Work work work, it's all i fuckin do. Think London is turnin me into some sort of wrong'un as well. Went to some wanky bar after work on Friday and took offence to some ape doorman telling me he'd throw me out if i didn't calm down........... EH!!! i was only fuckin dancin, so i thought 'Right' i'll give you a fuckin reason and promptly got naked. After all that they didn't even so much as bat an eye lid. I was pointing at my cock and saying 'what do i have to do to get barred from this place'. obviously in my drunken stupor i'd failed to notice that i was now dealing with a different doorman who obviously dealt with naked chaps all the time and didn't seem fazed at all...... bastard. They did ask me to leave though - which was to be expected i suppose 