July 13th 2019 Today I’ve gone straight from winning the Footgolf in Bristol to a night out in Swindon. It was messy, and tiring, and I am going to beD at an hour at which it would not be unreasonable to wake up, but I’m living. I wanted to skip the night out and call it a day when I got back from Bristol. But a swift power nap and some cajoling changed my mind, and there I was, with beer in hand and then vodka in hand, and then, inexplicably, rum in hand. When we got back to mine … Continue reading Rum