Sorry this is late. And short.
My back was being a twat, I woke up on my front (kiss of death that is) and was forced to take painkillers and undertake restorative exercise to loosen the sod up when they’d kicked in. How fucking dull eh?
I was absurdly busy yesterday, none of it remotely interesting but it felt good to get the decks cleared as it were. Met up with Frank in the evening forra pint and gorged my face with bubble and squeak and hummus, the spoils of the weekend, essentially
I can’t be arsed to locate a youtube video either, you hear me mum? I CAN’T BE PISSED.
(in case you didn’t see I wrote something on WWM yesterday about that German cannibal, link right if you please)