I know that today is going to be an utter drag (man). We hoofed a little more of the amber nectar last night than we intended and whilst not drunk, managed to have enough to leave us wan and washed out this morning. I have a busy day, too. I am not sure that my preferred option of sneaking out shortly after four this afternoon is viable. Oh well, I have coffee in copious quantities so I daresay that I shall manage.
One memory of today that I shall treasure, however, is the sight of a highly discomfited Creepy Swedish Guy at Euston, sitting in a carriage trying to read, whilst surrounded by a large group of large, pink women sporting tattoos and deely boppers.
Watch out London; there’s a Hen Party in town for the weekend.
One memory of today that I shall treasure, however, is the sight of a highly discomfited Creepy Swedish Guy at Euston, sitting in a carriage trying to read, whilst surrounded by a large group of large, pink women sporting tattoos and deely boppers.
Watch out London; there’s a Hen Party in town for the weekend.