Honestly, one of the best and most memorable weeks of my life. Never felt too pissed (I know. I know. For me!) and never felt hung over.
The original plan took in Verdant (best in the UK by this twatâs judgement) in Penryn but it would have been too much of a stretch. But thatâs what October half-terms are for!
German Andy is a cunt but so am I so we sort of cancel each other out.
Itâs like yin and yang, the id and the ego, -1 + 1, or the square root of -1 or something - i dunno.
It was a lot to review. Thatâs why I mentioned there were some omissions. For example, we spent one afternoon in Cloudwaterâs taproom - basically a mezzanine level in a unit on a Manchester industrial estate. But it seems I only checked in (Viz beer wanker talk for âreviewingâ) two beers.
In point of fact, I must have had another 3 or 4 and had a great 3-hour conversation with a big Dutch biker called Pim who had come to the UK for a gig and got stranded when his plane was cancelled. I know that sounds like the plot of a shit porno but it really happened. I think. I remember asking him to take a look at the plumbing in the motorhome and the rest is a bit of a blurâŚ
But I did manage to salve my curiosity as to whether you actually NEED to slide the motorhome chemical toilet opening to the side whilst you piss, or if you can wait and do it at the end - thus minimising the odour of ordur that enters the bog.
Spoiler alert: you canât. It leaks onto the toilet floor.
Most of my interactions with ânon-academic SENsâ is done on here, to be honest.
Iâd probably use the term âchildren with additional needsâ, but they are expected to take part in mainstream lessons and achieve academic progress.
Itâs just that due to the social, emotional and mental health baggage theyâre carrying, they try to kick the shit out of me a few times each day.