Well, this chap's sun dappled temple veins have throbbed their last for this week, as one slowly spools down from a furious week hamstering at the wheel.
What awaits this 'sunny' bank holiday?
Well other than spending Saturday acting like a superannuated Ravy Davy Gravy while I sweat out my latest mid-life crisis to the strains of Hernan Cattanéo (He is rather good, mind you) - I shall be luxuriating on a British beach (not the deck of a yacht) while compatriots spoon feed me Rioja and under done sausages
But the bank holiday itself?
I have Important Work on Monday.
Yes - I shall spend the day being a better seagull.
No breakfast flock mayhem for me, oh no.
Nothing quite like pseudo drippy-hippy 1960's mysticism wrapped up as an excuse to play withtoys aeroplanes.
What awaits this 'sunny' bank holiday?
Well other than spending Saturday acting like a superannuated Ravy Davy Gravy while I sweat out my latest mid-life crisis to the strains of Hernan Cattanéo (He is rather good, mind you) - I shall be luxuriating on a British beach (not the deck of a yacht) while compatriots spoon feed me Rioja and under done sausages
But the bank holiday itself?
I have Important Work on Monday.
Yes - I shall spend the day being a better seagull.
No breakfast flock mayhem for me, oh no.
Nothing quite like pseudo drippy-hippy 1960's mysticism wrapped up as an excuse to play with
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