Firm

"Alright, gash" Looks just about healed to me.

Last night. Earlier this morning.

Had to pull over and take a pic. Skills

Fuckin 'ell. I've set a trend...the last trend I set was an aggressive STD. On to bigger and better...

Pain or damage don't end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're end. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man...and give some back - Al Swearengen.

It's my turn to supervise today...AKA doing fuck all. Crack on with Bukowski.

Look. I tried to cook something. Chicken tikka, Bombay potatoes and pilau rice. I agree, presentation isn't my strong point...

Not a photo I've taken...unfortunately. My mates on his holiday.. The cunt sent me this morning ... Just what you wanna see when you're freezing your bollocks off. Sort him out for me, Rob.

They're my slippers. Nice aren't they.

Best view in the world.

I can't cook for shit. Simple fried egg sandwiches and a XL cup of coffee for breakfast.

I read he is currently in talks with LA Galaxy?

Not a wine drinker, Firm? Jacob's Creek is a good drop. Not really. I have on occasion when bullied and beaten. However, the Jacobs. It's not as bad as I remember it. I remember it tasting like vinegar and cat piss. I can only taste the cat piss now. The older I get the classier I get....

My beloved team at work offered a libation unto me... Made me feel very benevolent until... FUCKING Jacobs Creek! Someone's taking the piss. Yes, I'll still drink it.

Specials

Pretty sure I know that girl.

Yeah. But at least we don't have to display our tax discs anymore....

Proper mug. Frosty.

Cuda, how was Ham on the Rye. I've finished Post Office(hilarious btw). I'm thinking about getting it.

I've just started the Post Office by Bukowski. So far so good.

Third round is looking dopey.

The age old English debate; older than time it's self. It's not a fucking roll/bun it's a COB! But yeah, That's a lamb kebab with garlic mayonnaise.

Followed by.... This is how men live in the East Midlands.

On my lunch break. Shitty cafe down the road. Bacon cob, oh yes.

Yay. Walkers finally got my letters!