Tea. After an Irn Bru breakfast. There's about one finger left in the bottom of last night's rum bottle and my comedown stash of six blues has 'disappeared' from its bag somehow.
That would maybe explain why I had to be half-carried to my ex's bed this morning when she went to work... not my finest hour.
Got up, ready and went to work. Then got told the job don't start till tomorrow.
Im fucking sure he said it was today !
So 4 cans of K cider and a big old boot for breakfast.
having a few btls of your finest English ale.first up is a summer ale from cambridgeshire son to be followed up by a black sheep ale from north yorkshire.