Saturday, 26 April 2014

Day 1 follow up.

In the pub somebody stood on a Greyhounds foot. It squealed so loud everybody got a fright. A youth with some kind of problem came to my table every five minutes taking away sachets of condiments. I had no choice but to have a table near the pool table. Every so often somebody stuck their bum in my face whilst bending down to take a shot.

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