squeefulfish | (no subject)

Oh for.... Arg! Right, I dunno about you, but I'd imagine that walking the streets of a not big but not small either Irish town at half 8 on a Saturday evening would be less than dangerous. I'm on ice-cube and blood mopping duty this evening. Martha's boyf has a busted lip, apparently someone randomly punched him in the face as they walked down the street. I am unhappy with the world.