I went to the pub, situated by the canal and i allowed the cool breeze to caress my ankles as it elegantly passed the doorway whilst i sat perched against the bar itself. I was in control. After supping a stowford press and a scrumpy jack i decided it was to end my tenure at the public house and go home.

I was yearning for nourishment and this came in the form of two succulent chicken portions. I gently sliced them open at the side and filled them with philladelphia cheese. I then proceeded to wrap them in bacon and place them on a grill for a considerable cooking. Upon deciding the chicken was almost complete i placed it on a frying pan and I fried it tenderly until the sound came to a strong crackle. I then removed the chicken and devoured them....Absolutely fucking gorgeous if you ask me....you should try this.

Now i am calm and almost at a meditative state to be honest. It feels good.