Train strikes Bird Strikes Goatboy Strikes.
Yep I see a trend
I now feel I should have stayed to ensure you all got home ok without injuries. Because generally I am that person.
Remind me who was the other lady there when I got there?
And who the fuck was Gavin? He obviously liked Belchās shirt.
Sorry I missed you, Kenny. First time Iāve been down to Southampton for ages and I had limited time (more limited than I conjured, as it goes).
I got pissed on Belgrave Road Industrial Estate. I can genuinely say thatās a first. Cracking day, with a beautiful epilogue.
Eyesight appears to have improved massively in the past 24 hours.
The terrifying prologue was first realising this whilst looking at @saintbletchās face and shirt.
@redjoane shared her new her name for me with the brain trust. Itās āgappy blind cuntā.
I tried to move her on it during the car ride up, suggesting āGappy pappyā. She insisted we keep up the āblindā and ācuntā parts, so āGappy pappy blind cuntā I became.
Iām hoping to negotiate her down to āgappy pappy cuntā by the time we leave for Glastonbury. Iām realistic. I know Iāve no chance of shifting the cunt. Heās stuck with me for life, blind or not.
Michelle who knows Goatboy. IRL.
Gavin = Michelle?
Confused, but whatever.
There was a woman called Michelle. I donāt know what the Gavin thing is.
Why-o-why am I now in The Cricketers drinking prosecco.
I suppose it is getting me match fit for Glastonbury.
Undiagnosed alcoholism?
Gavin was the random guy that turned up and started trying to chat Michelle up, he was drunk but less so than us I think.
I saw him when I came out of the loo but he soon disappearedā¦
Must have been after I left.
Maybe. More like binge drinking as I donāt drink much.
She protests too much, eh?
One word amended to correct that for you
Thank goodness I donāt have work tomorrow.
Now sharing a bed with this one. So unlikely to get a decent nights sleep. She is tiny but takes up so much room!
Been out on the beer in Portsmouth. Ate at a place called Pie and Vinyl.
They sell vinyl and, um, pies.
Cracking grub.
Took and passed the Two Pie Challenge.
That bottom one looks a tad burnt.
It was called Back to Black and had black pastry (squid ink / charcoal?) It had a version of beef wellington inside. Lovely.
No gravy?
Yeah, choice of gravy or liquor with creamy mash.
Also a choice of 2 toppings - in the photo is cheese crumb and crispy shallots.
I thought your psoriasis was playing up.