The bank holiday weekend started with traffic jams.
It saw us lads kayaking or more like bobbing along at the mercy of the current.
Saw Shaun lose the tip of his thumb. We still can’t find it.
Was a mishmash of doing things and lying on my bed.
The decapitated thumb looks like that scene out of kill bill when what’s her name slices off the top of the other lady’s head.
Rank, that’s all I can say.
And fucking idiot.