Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' grog-core/ got my hand bitten by a dog on sunday, my dog, in an attempt to extract him from an altercation with another hound/ his teeth went right through to the bone and as i wandered the mile home down busy streets not person one asked if i was ok/ the lass took me to a & e where i was seen uber-swiftly and given vast amounts of anti-biotic and some 30 agony-slayers/ the nurse, looking up from my medical history, smirked 'not afraid of needles, are we' as she administered my tetanus shot/ i was also given co-dydramol, a wonderful codeine-tartrate/paracetamol compound which does the job fucking beautifully/ drinking less to allow the anti.'s to work and i'm healing tray fast/ almost finished glue, which i'm enjoying immensely/ hi-fi's sounding great though i keep making sneaky purchases (today some silver-wire interconnects)/ running them in with the sex pistol's only album/ off to see a mate later to pick up some shit from his dad's flat where i lived 2 years ago (i know, regarding-marcus-capable efficiency) and have a few drinks/ apart from that all quiet on the south-eastern front/