HRH Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh - My Fake Diary

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Here I go again, went for a slash this morning and felt like I was pissing glass, rang the bloody quack and before I had time to change me soiled underwear he had me carted orf to blody hospital again.

I blame these foreign maids meself, time was I could shag 'em rotten with no fear of getting a dose, but these days they just recruit them from the joncentres with no bloody medical.

Looks like it's another bash of penicillin then back home after a few days, bloody gOod job I SKY plussed me favourites off Babe Station, hate to miss them.