As a Bristolian idiot would say.
What a lovely weekend i've just had. I finally feel free. For the past 9 months i've been getting up on Saturday at the crack of dawn to chase eggs, then drinking from 5pm till 2am and then getting up on Sunday still drunk to travel home to London. Not having a weekend for so long certainly takes it's toll.
Now I have to find something to do on Saturdays, the only thing I can think of so far is get drunk in a pub, so open to suggestions.
My people call me the dude. I share my teachings in the passages below... (along with many typos, grammatical errors and lazy writing)
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