Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Trainspotting was on the other night. It is unreal how much I love that film. If there's one film that damn sure makes you want to do heroin, it is that one. The 'choose life' speech at the start with Born Slippy playing is just amazing, it gets me every time. Someone pass me my needle.

I was in York today, which was an extremely welcome change to the desolate pit of pain and distress we call Doncaster. It's really nice in York, but I today realised that it is insanely dear. One place was selling baguettes for a fiver. I felt like just walking in, kicking em in the nuts and leaving. I did not, however, do that. Every time I go to York there always seems to be street performers, and this time was no different. I decided to go watch this man who was all chained up and talking on his mic about how he was gonna escape withing two minutes. Before he started the trick, though, he went on about how people should give him donations for literally ten minutes. That went on for five times as long as the trick. A trick which wasn't even that impressive. I didn't give him a donation. Whilst I'm listing things in York, I was in a sandwich shop and this old man came down and sat next to me, pulled a chair up next to him, and just put his hat on it. A WHOLE CHAIR FOR HIS HAT! God he was cool.

One thing that I did see in Donny (when I was on the bus to town) which did make me pretty happy about this town was what I believe was the opening of the Gurdwara (Sikh church) on the edge of town. There was a right Sikh party going on, I wish I could have joined em. It's a shame that will have been burnt down within a few weeks, when the chavs realise that people who aren't white are practising their faith. Ah well, I suppose we could all just turn to heroin.