In an attempt to avoid getting twatted tonight I have committed to riding 60km at 8am tomorrow, so not being dehydrated / hanging out of my arse would be of some help.
In reality my inner moron will make an appearance around about glass 3 and all my good intentions will go to rat shit and I will spend 2.5 hours pedalling squares tomorrow wishing that someone would just run me over
Bus Wankering for round 2.
Stuffed up with pizza & stocked up with matches for my eyelids.
I may need red bull.
Then I remind myself this is work and someone else’s expense account is paying.
Better get a move on, gotta attack craft IPA’s at House of Beer…
And repeat.
FFS, working can be really tough at times, but back on the bus, City Tour Jewish Quarter Bars, Castle, more restaurants and another club.
Plus side it is a stunning sunny day 17C perfect for working up a thirst
This was messing with my senses.
Something new to me.
White IPA. Looks like Wheat Beer, texture of same, taste of a bitter IPA
Anyway crashed & burned early, finally home, may even get 8 hours sleep.
Then yep, we go again tomorrow before I pour him on his plane Monday
Fuck it, i’m on it at home, which is sad in itself. But a torrid week at work. Justified. Big spirits followed by Henry Westons Vintage. Duchess won’t be impressed enoigh to relent to carnal relations if i keep this up. Getting a bit shouty about brexit whilst watching some fifa game show the lad has on. I’ll be asleep before end of vogglebox. What a cunt.
Just starting out. In Southsea doing a long walk and pub crawl. Fucking beautiful day to be in enemy territory to celebrate 3 points and get punched before staggering to the train home.