Saturday apologises for drinking a mojito on a train

Birthday lunch #3. In SUNNY WESTON-SUPER-MARE.

Expectations duly downgraded.
 
I’ve got a CORKING hangover and I’m off for my first sea swim of the year.

This may not end well.
 
Dian Abot quaffing mojitos like a true North London champagne socialist instead of stopping Brexit shows exactly what the hard left's priorities are. Terrible optics, and why I'm proud to support The Independent Group.
 
Poor Diane Abbott - Mark Francois could have been caught snorting cocaine off a 9 year old's arse and naebody would have bothered.
 
I feel HORRID. A fantastic garden party yesterday means a filthy hangover today. The cleaner has just finished up and the garden is looking pristine so I am going to fire on some chunky sunglasses to hide my worn eyes, and RELAX.
 
I have reverted to a spritzer for medicinal purposes. I apparently decided to stand on top of the shed and get the girls out last night whilst dancing to Dirrty.

No wonder my kids are not speaking to me today. :zombie:
 
Have you got a pair of arse out leather chaps, Rita?
 
I have reverted to a spritzer for medicinal purposes. I apparently decided to stand on top of the shed and get the girls out last night whilst dancing to Dirrty.

:D

You have my full admiration.
 
It's so hard to walk around Weston Super Mare and not snigger at Brummie accents
 
Thought I'd beat the queues by arriving at the tip* at ten to nine this morning, assumed it'd be empty but it was packed and I still had to queue. I was only taking an old dog bed and wished I'd fly-tipped it on the park instead after questioning from a toothless refuse-worker as to why I was putting it in the non-recyclable section for incineration. He thought it should go in the fabrics for recycling receptacle (which meant driving out of the tip, queuing to get back in and stopping near the entrance) but it absolutely stank and I'm holding it out to him going "Smell it! Smell it! Trust me, you'll puke! Smell it, it stinks!". By the final "smell it!" I was almost ultrasonic and doing my best not to gag. He let me put it in the non-recyclables.

*household waste recycling centre
 
Well the sea was FUCKING FREEZING but it properly cleared the hangover and the day was rescued, when normally it would have been spent on the sofa.
 

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