In all fairness if it’s broken ribs you’ve got you have my sympathy mate. Worse thing in the ****ing world to try and get to sleep with
Was at a hipster bakery thing called The Dusty Knuckle in Dalston. Dozens queueing but the missus wanted to go. Food was great and we got in before the queue got mental but what a business. Absolutely printing money banging out pastries and coffee to marketing execs spending a grand a month for a mouldy room.
