30 October 1997 - PUFFY JACKET
Who's in the house? I'm in the house, because I've decided to "get with the scene" and become a youth. It's my job to wear a huge ski jacket, a pair of ridiculous clown-style dungarees, and some training pumps that I am unable to lace-up because I'm too stupid.
I've been spending my time hanging around the bus station talking to my gangsta friends on my mobile phone. We discuss, among other things, how great half-formed facial hair is.
31 October 1997 - PUFFY JACKET
My man Hacken got onto Kiss FM last night and put a big shout out to all his posse . He also entered a quiz about Mark "The Mack" Robinson, and won some Kiss FM stickers, which we intend to put on our bedroom windows. Then everyone will get our style!
To celebrate we went out and looked at the training pumps in our local Sports Direct. I saw a wicked pair of Dunlop speedsters, which I'm going to ask mummy to get me for Christmas.
1 November 1997 - PUFFY JACKET
I've decided that my clothing is looking a little worn, but because mummy refuses to spend any more of her life savings on my clothes, I've had to visit a clothing surplus store.
I managed to find a wonderful pair of ex-clown dungarees for 99p, and a baseball cap with the letters "NYC" embroidered on the front. Who knows what "NYC" stands for? I certainly don't! When I have my new clothes I'm going to stand in the queue at McDonalds and talk far too loudly.
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