Yeah mate. Just feels the need to get out now, don't I? Like, be seen. Mean, them headaches weren't no fun was they? Two days in bloody bed...
Mind, felt better after dint I? Like, SO much better bro. Like I sees everything more clearly. An' I mean everything. See, what a waste it were going to that office thing. All them hours stuck inside when I coulda been down here with me new dam. And that me 'drobe needed a glow-up, dint it? Can't believe the stuff in me room - what was I thinking, eh?
Nah got me down Foot Asylum a s bloody p, and grabbed me some adidas Chilie, yeah? Just seemed to call to me when I spotted it, like I needed it right?
So just hanging round now, ain't I? Mean, reckon it won't be too long before me lads get outta bed and realise where I is now. And I saved 'em some time too: picked up some trackies and sneax for 'em dint I? Like wot a good dad would do, innit? Bet they'll wanna get a can or two down 'em, eh? They can share me pack of cigs too, yeah? Bet they'll be gasping for a smoke now...