Got to get dressed and go play my guitar at a tree in the garden.
In other news,
Tapas makes you poo and fart.
I am not mad.
Thank you.
The truth is gentlemen, I intend to high jack this site, sail it to Tortuga and find a crew, then sail around drinking, shagging and plundering my weasely black guts out!
Got to get dressed and go play my guitar at a tree in the garden.
In other news,
Tapas makes you poo and fart.
I am not mad.
Thank you.
Would be a great title for a post about the time Jo and I had a meal in a, erm, restaurant thingy.
In france, with fucking scary waiters who could appear out of nowhere in an otherwise empty gaff to scare the living shite out of us. OK me.
But I is am a bit drunk (gimme gimme gimme best pissed up bloggerage award type thingamy again you swines!) and very knackerededidedous due to waking up at 05.00 this morning. And still not being bed ridden.
So in conclusion, boats.
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