After everything thats happened recently... Andy screwed me (and mum) today.

He got paid and pissed off (and got pissed I imagine) and has now left us with a £50 bill for *his* valium.

In addition he had the last coffee and sugar last night so he knew, with mum being away handling a trip Stephanie is on to Lourdes, that I was on my own.

And still he screwed me.

He phoned about 11:30 to say "ive had a wee half bottle of vodka, and ive paid my sky bill and im having a jolly great time" whilst *im* sitting scratching my arse for a smoke, coffee and a waking up valium (I gave him my last yesterday thinking he would have been there today (seeing as its pay day)).

But no... he just phoned (3pm to say his *missus* is coming over)... so he got a text saying "andy, send mums money (he didnt pay her last week) and send the money for the valium" but we've got more chance of that happening than the moon turning green or he would have done it in the first place.

Andrew Inglis is officially the most selfish and greedy little bastard ive ever met and he is no longer my brother.

I cant believe he's screwed us/me this way... im in bits.

Still... in the personal long road its just a bump... mum will be in at 4:30 (90 mins or so) so I can suffer until then for a smoke/coffee... he has sucked me dry emotionally these last weeks and I feel shafted (to put it bluntly).

Even if he shows up now he will be shown the door... its the pure fact he thought/was going to do it that matters.

Bah humbug and lots of other words I could use.