Dear Diary,
So I'm sittin here trying to work on some new lyrics, but I can't, cause I'm fuckin starving. I rang Dave Fanning over an hour ago and told him to get the fuck over here with some Danishes, stat.
He kept fuckin shiteing on about "attending a funeral" or something. Don't know what the cunt was on about, cause I'd already said I was at home.
He'd want to show up quick smart or I'll be lettin it known that it was Larry Gogan who spotted us first.
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