Perfect preparation for a holiday. Got horribly drunk Friday. Played golf badly yesterday. Obtained a bad gut from a BBQ then the meat sweats last night, a plane crash lands then I watch a film about people being eaten by sharks. I am about to sink a Valium and attempt to relax before I head to the airport. Where I will no doubt assume everyone is a terrorist and the drunk people in the bar are my pilots.
No chance, I've elected myself to work Saturday with the intention of making a good impression, which unfortunately means I'll miss the cricket.
It doesn't look in danger at all does it? I have been suffering in the office today. ventured out for lunch and nipped down to Gosforth. Or should I say Costa Del Gosforth. I love summer, the sun seems to make everyone happy, a cold cider tastes three times as refreshing, and the girls wear next to nothing. Thankfully I had the perving shades on for my trip out