Supposed to be at a posh food festival in Dartmouth this weekend, but doctors orders have to rest up. Bit gutted as it would have been a good earner, but bonus is I get to spend an extra weekend with ma girls.
Nope, didn't move from the place we started in. Until last half hour when we literally crossed the street. Didn't go to the food booking so feel like **** as didn't have a food lining on the stomach. Bunch of ****ing idiots to he honest. Is it too simple to just go to the venue and eat? One mate of ours came up from London. To go to a pub! Off the train to pub, stay in pub all night, back to hotel to sleep, back on train to London this morning. Top night that.
Shame I'm not up there fella. Could have met up for a pint. Anyway, enjoy. You gonna pop down to the food fest ?