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At Nottingham's Oktoberfest. Big tent, bigger beer.

....you lot. With all your lovely, mouth-watering well prepared food...I will learn to cook. It will not be this night. Fuckin' chips 'n egg init.

Car. The Type R

"I was only helping it over the fence, officer".

Toby Carvery breakfast buffet. I'll have 9 pieces of bacon, three sausages, three fried eggs, scrambled eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, two hash browns. Then smother the lot in beans.

Yesterday. Bothering sheep. Again.

Yeah. Pretty much. My dad was a landscape gardener. He gave me a bit of advice. I used to do a bit of work for him/help out when I was a teenager. I sorta know what I'm doing.

I've got a pond. Goldfish and shubunkins. I did have some koi carp. Unfortunately they died, pretty severe winter some years ago. Pretty flowers.

God, Krishna whoever. Don't let this end in a draw. I can't stand boredom. If it ends in a draw I'm going to rape the landlord, stab a kid and set the gaff on fire. Sort it out Forest,

Yes! I finally get my way. We're not going to the chuffing zoo. We're going to the parish to watch Nottingham Forest. Bear witness. I am triumphant.

Hedgehog in my garden this morning. I've not seen one for years. I put some water out for it so it's been hanging around. Delightful critter. I've named it Clive...

I'm going to keep the monkey one. I'll use it as some sort of flash card. Anybody asks me to do something I don't want to do. Well, they're getting the monkey finger....

Birthday love from work. The bag contains alcohol. Which I'll be drinking throughout the shift.

A captivating look at British politics and the hypocrisy of the supposed elite who run this country. An infuriating yet important read.

Few from Splendour. Batman's house Before the Specials

I was finally going to read 1984. Then I thought "fuck that" so I'm looking for Wally instead.

The scope of my genus is astounding. Breakfast this morning. Toast with jalapeños...this is why I shouldn't be left alone.

A lot of us have been together now for over 10 years, became friends even family. I love and care about the lot of you....To hear such sad news is devastating. Condolences. He was a good lad.

Incredible, Dupz. I bet he was overjoyed. If I ever have a sprog or two...you are what I will aspire to be like

Aye. Yorkshire pud-pud. It's not Sunday dinner without one. Well spotted.

Sunday dinner. Before being smothered in brown sauce.

Smell that fresh country air(cow shit).

Walking home from the pub...at 7am this morning....look green stuff.

You're right, Brian. It also needs more bacon, more hash browns, black pudding, white pudding, half a grilled tomato, tinned tomatoes, fried bread, scrambled egg and more baked beans...And a pint.

Happy St.Georges day... From Nottingham, 12 hours late. Sorry I was busy drinking.