Dear f**king diary,
I had a nasty meal at a weatherspoon pub today.Remind me not to go to that f**king pub again. Holy crap!
I finished my meal and a waiter came up to me and asked "did you enjoy your meal?".
Of course I didn't f**king enjoy it!If they think they can serve that s**t in a chain of pubs then my name's not Gordan f**king Ramsay!I exited almost straight away and remembered to shout "holy s**t" before the door closed on me. What a disaster!
And as if that wasn't bad enough,my staff are on strike because of the constant swearing.They'll have to learn to f**king put up with it then,won't they?Jesus christ.