Right, my local (the three tuns) has a pizza festival right now. You need to go there. Right now. And if you can’t, go tomorrow. Or the next day.
I’m not talking about squishy takeaway pizza. This is real pizza (in a Sainsbury’s commercial kind of voice).
Seriously, just get yourself here this (long) weekend.
Met my significant other from work this evening. Elvis was there. I had a wee with him. I guess he was caught in a trap urinal.
I swear I’ve never earned beer as much as I’ve earned beer today.
I started mixing mortar around 10:30 and I’ve just finished (at 20:20).
So I’m tired.
The ex-festival lights (both sets) are holding up well though.
Shower then pub I think.