It’s summer - I can tell cos the armpits of my cut price tee shirts have begun to ming. A few solid months of cheap deoderant fumigation has formed a crust as thick as the surface of Mars and it just won’t shift.
As an antidote to the deodorant issues, my momma and poppa recently visited the smoke via a cheap coach trip deal. They insisted on breaking all the guide book advice, choosing to take on three museums in one day. By the time we’d finished my brain had turned into soup. Out of the informational fug shrouding my minds, I remember getting quite excited by the dinosaurs in the
Natural History museum. The other highlight was experiencing a mock up of a Japanese earthquake in a news agents - My ma didn’t go in as she thought it was a boutique selling real tings.
The evening following the parent-friendly day time provided a bit of ballast to the thirsty knowledge hunting we'd partaken of earlier. Pictionary, gurning, Spotify, rum. One of the LADS was watching
the Roots earlier in the evening. It sounded totally hype from his SMS update...
'Well I can confirm the drugs do work. Roots jazz action is an excellent soundtrack. The other two have had three and are beyond control. I've had one which has worked out pretty well. You heading to the party now. We'll be a good while yet."
The day after the only thing we could do was go and eat a fat old pie and watch action classic
Welcome to the Jungle. The pie was a taste sensation and looked a little bit like this...
