Starting the day.

Woke up lying face down on the pavement. Found I've shit myself again. I've got to stop drinking that fucking Cider. As I sit here on a park bench, watching the early morning sun glint off the water in the duck pond, I wonder to myself, how the fuck am I going to clean the shit off that has spread all over my arse. Maybe I should have thought of that before sitting down.
I tried talking to a young mother who was pushing a baby buggy along the path. I wanted to ask her if she could spare a few shillings, but all that came out was "fuggah bazdad!" Hardly eloquent.
At least I'm not hungry this morning, thanks to the vomited up vindaloo I found on a bus shelter floor. Well, I'd better do something about this shit.