15th July 2014
Lukes blog of stuff 1
Good evening Whaley Bridge, for one who doesn’t read I’m going on I give writing a go, I’m quiet good at spelling so righting should be a blast.
People probably aren’t going to read this because “Luke-Dog doesn’t have a brain cell to even wake up in the morning” but fuck it, should be a laugh, I’m not trying to make people laugh but at the same time, a lot of people think of what actually goes on in my incredibly large but incredibly empty head.
There’s lots of stupid things that I’ve come out with without really thinking about what’s In front of me, I’ve just asked the people I’m with for there opinions instead of acting on it myself, I think everyone’s favourite would be on my first ‘trip’ to Alicante, there was enough gin and tonic water to drown a fish, “you can’t drown a fish Eddie they live underwater, they’ve got gills and shit” so anyway we are all round the pool and the fags that I got earlier in the day ran out so it was time to fill my pocket with another 20 death sticks to last me, go to the fag machine 16:40, walked back to the lads, “lads the fags are well dear in there, €16.40 for 20 fags, that’s a fucking joke man” a quick reply from one of the boys was, “Luke-Dog…. That’s the time pal” yeah that happened me being me mistaking the time for the price of something, typical.
More stuff to come boys
To those that do not know, Luke Schofield is a man of many books. Luke Schofield’s Book Of Shapes has sadly gone out of print, but here below are the beginnings of the next instalment, Luke Schofield’s Book Of Stuff….
Carlisle is not in Wales
Can anyone enter the Tour De France?
And do they sleep on their bikes?
Every golf course has 18 holes (no one said this is accurate – this is just a record of what Luke knows)
There is such a thing as a fishing match