Days Like This

You buy a book written by a guy just because he played one of your favorite characters in one of your favorite sitcoms and you know you’re being an idiot but you can’t help yourself and a little bit into reading the sucker your brains are about to fall outta your head from how bad it is and you’re about to give up on it when you run into a sentence like

I didn't recognise them, probably some of the Innisbunion crowd in town for the night. He was dressed as Dracula. She was Cleopatra.

 and then you think you know what I’ll give this fucker one more chance.