a loooooong arse day. it started scary, and then it got all responsible, and then it ended in pure violence. or at least it would have, if i had found that polar bear. but before all that, lets go back to last night. we did some washing! get in! my towel no longer stinks! my t-shirts are fresh! my jeans are fresh! my socks are clean! score! the wash went ok, but then drying took forever, like a long arse time, so me, morris and garfunkel decided to celebrate by popping over the road to the handily placed irish bar. undoubtadly the most un-irish irish bar in the world like. but yes, we went in, gaz said '3 lagers' to which the reply came... 'what is lager?'. This is a god damn irish bar! but it
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