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 we had to raid my parent’s drinks cabinet for something to drink, and when we found that empty I remembered there was a bottle of rum in my room that a mate left here. And so that sufficed.

Until tomorrow, two double rum and cokes please mate.

Jacn