Bloody WinCol boys. Just because their Daddys got money doesn’t mean they own Winchester. A friend of mine nearly got into a fight with one of them. The toffee nosed bastard decide to hit on my mates girlfriend (a Swithenser (posh girls school) you see), and she wouldn’t want a “local” boy. Acturlly, I’m heading up to Swithens to see a performance of “The Importance Of Being Ernest“. Should be a good show, and hopefully, a good night. 
In other teenage news, Skins is back. Woo, now every self obsessive 14 year old can ape it again. I say this with my limited social life, jealous of the young with age and full of uncontrollable emotions. Damn them with their emo MySpace photos, and “Indie” music.
Bah, screw the young and the toffs.
