Chairman Mao's cock. And a burst blood vessel.

Went to Chinatown last night.
And ate 'Chairman Mao stewed cock'. A delicacy.
And lip smacking beyond belief.

I am loving Manchester, and the folk I'm working with
are bloody nice and fantastically talented.

However, no-one would talk to me directly.
It sort of made me feel a bit lonely and weird.

Then I remembered why.
I burst a huge blood vessel in my eye 3 days ago,
and my whole eye went black. It looked horrendous.
It's slightly better now, just being dark red and only
in half my eye.
People are probably a bit freaked out by it.

That's what I'm telling myself anyhow.