It is indeed! I don't know - methinks not as she has moved house but I talk/text her a lot so she is still around. I believe we need a convo about The Doherty and the new man in the heart, The Brand
and who is this the brand, i am not familar wth this name. please provide vitals and a picture :announce:
Russell Brand, stand-up comic & tv presenter. Ex-user of class A's, hence the love from Mum. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell_Brand http://www.russellbrand.tv/
Jennifer! I like how you have time to post on this site but you don't seem to find the time to write your ol' Mum, and will you stop this nonsense about the Brand, you know he's no good for young Jodie - he's a reformed character, she is only allowed to go out with with real junkies who OD on a daily basis, don't wash, have no teeth etc. This Russell hasn't even got one collapsed vein tut tut. If there is any chance he might relapse into his old ways, then maybe I'll allow it. What kind of wedding would it be with no class As and no flat dwellers trying to steal everything? come now! Everything is OK here, I've got a new job at the flats a few hours a week, I just pick up old syringes from the stairwells and make tea for the lovely kind people that like there - I'm still saving for a ticket to come and see you. Codders is keeping a low profile after pushing that idiot off his balcony - he pops in for stew now and again, he is trying to come up with a plan to smuggle you that pak you wanted. He thinks he'll probably just put it in a box, wrap it in woodchip and mark it 'class As' and take it to the post office - so look out for it. He might even ask Peter to bring it to you, he loves to break his bail conditions by leaving the country when he's not allowed, the young scallywag. Ratmans father died - he fell in the deep fat fryer so they've been in mourning for 2 months and haven't opened shop, good job too I tell you! Feckin dirty bastards. Shane is coming to stay soon, he's bringing his good friend Shaun Ryder - what a lovely dribbling wreck of a man he is, I do wish you could meet a nice young chap like that. He'd treat you well and I believe he still has £10 in his bank account from when he was rich. Georgie is back from his street sweeping in New York, he takes me to meat bingo on a Wednesday - I won a pack of chicken thighs last week so will be making a fine stew with them later today. Haven't seen your sister for a few days, I did hear from your Aunt Sinead that she was abusing chavs in Hackney - she went on the rampage with Amy Winehouse and that prostitute friend of hers, I think she tried to set fire to a traffic warden. Again. Anyway my Jenny Wren, that's all for now - nothing changes here, I'm off down Spitalfields food market to buy some spuds, i'll be expecting several of your brothers for tea tonight, and I KNOW you're missing THEM! Much love, Mum X Ps) one of the legs came off le tableau de crack, Courtney Love sawed it off in a rage when I didn't allow her a place there. I've mended it now, Soft furnishings in autumnal colours sits there all day holding it up. Courtneys working in the kitchen of the pub now chopping veg as punishment but I think she quite likes it, she's not nearly as rude to the punters as she could be though, so we'll have to work on that.
Jen you drug addled whore! Stop wandering in the bush looking for pak and come home, the EE needs you! I prefer bathing in stew of course. With Rusty. Unless you can find any flats with grimy stairwells for me to collapse in? Come home for 26 March, I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed you to come and see RB with me! FRONT ROW SEATS JEN!! that's practically sniffing distance, and I have something else for your nose too!
