Mucho Greetings,

Mum is sobbing her heart out and the sound of roosters KAKAAKAKAAAKAKAAAAKAAKAAAAAAA-ing is driving me fucking crazy. These roosters are obviously running by a different time zone than we are... They SLEEP IN for fuck's sake!!! They SLEEP IN!!!!??? They're such bums those roosters, no sense of duty or decorum.
We never asked for them; one of mum's clients brought them as a gift; as a token of his esteeeeeeeeeeemmmmm... I, I, I,I,I esteeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmm you Carol -he has a speech impediment and a penchant for words like esteeeeeem, and fooooorthwiiiith, and faaaaaaareeweeeeeeell, and adiiieeeuuuuu. I adiieeeeeeuu you Carol; I fooooorthwiiiiith you Carol. Yeah; Fuuuuuuuuk OOOOOoooooooooff pal.
Most of yesterday I spent dredging the bar on-site. I don't think we're reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaally supposed to be here; but no-one's complained about us yet. I think mum's got an arrangement with the guy who runs the site.
Anyway, the bar and all the arcades were FULL OF CHICKS!!! H-H-H-H-H-H-H-OT HOT HOT CHICKS!!! EVEYRWHERE!!! with little skimpy tops on and frozen nipples like petit-pois pointing out of their tight cotton t-shirts! Oooooooooh shit! I was standing by the bar, smoking a fag I'd picked up off the floor; real cool; just gazing into the distance, you know: the far-off type, that's me; the absent type; but passionate and violent, yeessssssss...that's me,and all these girls are fucking shaking their little asses as they walk past and playing with their hair and lowering their eyelashes man!! They were fucking BESOTTED, fucking fish on the end of my line! They're all so fucking bored and fucking unimpressed with the heaven that is a fucking Haven Holiday camp and all they want is a bit of action; a bit of excitement!! And they're all so stupid; you know, not endearingly stupid, but congenitally, inveterately, one hundred per cent RETARDS... I mean; here they are, in my hands, all of them; like Liliputians crawling around at my feet, just wanting to taste some cock 'coz they want to know what it tastes like or wanting to feel some loving. Their mums and their dads are sat like donkeys swilling and troughing away in the bars and restaurants; Baying away like deviant mad animals let loose in a neon-flooded nightmare... And everywhere you go is the sound of the pounding and pumping out of money; the hard cold peltings of coins, cash splashed and spat out and running round the place like oxygen or blood. And I was thinking; I'd rather see blood running round this place, I'd rather see blood running round than cash.
They've been brought to their knees, the little girls; already they've been brought to their knees I think, like me; and when you've been brought to your knees, all you want to do is fall...
Maybe that shows a weakness of character or a defect in the survival instinct or something; but to me, it's just a natural reaction. How can you fight against something that doesn't STAND for anything????? How can you bring it down?? How do you form an opposition???
For now, adieeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuu,
Harry