Tonight: pub, maybe.
Tomorrow: bigge shoppe.
Saturday: Armageddon Festival at the Garage. Avoid Watain blood shower.
Sunday: recover if necessary. Seek out boot fair, perhaps.
Tonight - cricket for my work team. Attempt to score somewhere close to double figures.
Tomorrow - pub probably.
Saturday - dunno.
Sunday - Rage Factor gig if my ticket ever arrives.
Monday - have the most hungover and unproductive day at work of all time.
I've got a weak-end but the prescription should sort that out.
I'm avoiding my cousin's wedding on Saturday and hoping for good weather for getting beered up.
Sunday means band practice which should mean completing a pretty great new tune for Gringo as our weakest link is off playing motorbikes on the Isle of Man!
Going to go and get euros, various items and all that jazz as its the Flatlands euro jaunt from 3am tomorrow, welsh driver coming up this evening, awesomes.
Heerlen in the Netherlands tomorrow night.
Antwerp the night after
Duisberg the night after that
then Nuremberg, then loads of other places, YUS!
The walk I went on yesterday was sweet. We turned a corner and were greeted be a landscape that looked like Hobbiton...minus the hobbits.
At the bottom of this lush green valley we found the ruins of the olde Somerset Coal Canal and it was all covered in trees. I took a wee behind a tree (The 8.6% Westons Cider was going right through me) then picked some wild garlic that I shall eat tonight in a stir-fry.
We will wrap This Is England 1986 at 7pm tomorrow. Then I will drink copious amounts of beer and SOMEHOW find the energy to stay up for the wrap party.