Derby days

Had a pretty sick last few days, (I could probably make a joke here about 'sick' being literal but i spent far too much time in bed last night feeling sorry for myself for that to work.) all i can say is that I've decided to make a life long commitment to absconding from burger king as the last four times Ive eaten it I've felt disgusting or puked up afterwards, you'd think twice would be a lesson learned but hey I'm clearly a tad slow in the old learning department. Anyways i worked at Epsom derby on Saturday, t'was an experience to say the least. Being late as usual i had a choice of the shirt with no buttons or the shirt with some sinister stain down the side, not feeling my white pasty body could pull off the Colombian coke baron look i went for the shirt with elephant jizz down the side. Despite this i managed to blag £30 worth of tips off some cockney housewives simply for being 'lovely', the fact the tap had broken and i was making small talk didn't seem to matter to them. Anyways that evening we hit good ole reading for Layla's coming of age, despite not being allowed in most places for being too 'scruffy' (since when has a polo shirt and cardigan been scruffy?) a good night was had be all, some better than others needless to say Thomas was left behind enemy lines to fend for himself in deepest darkest reading but he seems to have met a lovely lady because of it. In other activities I went to Thorpe park ate burger king and have been ill ever since, saw was mega though.

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