Looking after the kids from the Speshal School
Voluntary work is very important to me, I do a day a week at the RSPCA shelter, walking dogs and playing with the little kitties that cunts have mistreated or abandoned. I’d love to be able to take one or two of them home, but the RSPCA won’t let me. Even more rewarding than that is going to the Speshal School and helping out for a couple of days a month. I take them for dance therapy sessions, take them out for walks, help them do their shoelaces up, go to the loo, anything they’re too retarded to do by themselves, basically.
Yesterday was great fun, I taught the kids some new moves, which they loved. We only had one injury this week! Stumpy Bob twisted his ankle trying to toss his partner over his shoulder, he’s always over-reaching that one. It’s such rewarding work though, and is making me feel a bit better about what happened on New Year’s Eve. Winston and I were at the train station and he accidentally knocked a kid in a wheelchair off the platform onto the rails! The thieving little cunt had been trying to steal Winston’s pineapple and he reacted as any man would. I pissed myself because I couldn’t tell if the kid was having a fit, or if he’d landed on the live wire!