So, I finally managed to get through the entire process of actually buying a ticket. At 3.45pm on Tuesday the 28th of September (or thereabouts) I will touch down in Bristol.
In the meantime I’ve managed to get a little bogged down in the old “drinking” thing again. Last night we ended up at the Roxy for Free Mondays. Haven’t been there for ages, and the place is having a bit of a slide. The cleaners must have been fired or something, because the whole place is absolutely filthy. And the polar bear has lost its snout and ears. Altogether a let-down, I can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever be as good as in the days of lore again. Then battalion with some hostel people, comedylisa having gone to bed a long time previously.
I feel like death.
Sleep sounds good.