Remember I am self employed
No holiday pay. No sick pay. No pension. No job security. etc.
Still. 17 days
Remember I am self employed
No holiday pay. No sick pay. No pension. No job security. etc.
Still. 17 days
Home fromGatters run. Fridge stocked, will crack on emptying it tomorrow. G’night.
Threw half your dinner across the table, or threw up half your dinner across the table?
No vomit occured last night or this morning. However, bit of a headache this morning.
@goatboy was fucking wankered in the early hours of Friday morning, unconvincingly trying to pass himself off as “tipsy”.
I shall have a damned good try this evening too. And tomorrow night. In training for lads trip to Bulgaria on Thursday.
Yeah mon. Cunts.
New Sofia Pub Crawl…
Just saying…
Sofia is for oiks. Off to Veliko Tarnovo.
I may have had a few last night. Not sure how I made it back to this hotel but I seem to have everything that I went out with.
Managed to find a bar that I was last in 10 years ago and my language skills asserted themselves after around 10 pints.
Pretty sure we were having a ‘heated’ debate with a Bulgarian soldier in the early hours.
Good start.
Survived marginally unscathed from Eric’s Curry night think it was about 2am and involved these beauties
Caramel and the legendary Chocolate Chilli Vodka.
Now parked on the sofa, a pint of Bacardi & Coke, a bag of the marvellous Park n Shop Salted Peanuts and The Masters on Mobdro after a day bingeing on S1 of Jessica Jones. (We DID want to do stuff but that damned Vodka meant Beach is cancelled unto tomorrow…
Living the dream…
(Well on Sunday we will be)
Carlsberg Export, a beer that Carlsberg are apparently unaware of when they advertise their green tin shit as “probably the best lager in the world”
When I first came here 25 years ago, there was a bar that sold Carlsberg Elephant Brew.
It was probably rebadged draught Special Brew but it cured me of ever wanting to drink t hat shit EVER again
Just an observation/comment, but woudl be interested to know the thresholds from pickled…to Twated through to cunted?
I’d say twatted is like speaking to pap whilst cunted is having to talk to Barry. I guess pickled could be any of us.
I might be tak8ng it easy for a bit.
I forgot that was part of their range.
Fuck me, it’s awful stuff. Viz used to call it “tramp fuel”, back in the days before cheap white cider took over.
If I were a Cardiff fan I would wish I was pickled
(I’m actually a bit pickled and not a Cardiff fan. That last post was hard work)