Due to fucking Tories privatization of our holy railways and the associated chronic underfunding of suitable railstock and track infrastructure, the shooglyness of this fucking train has caused a beer-laptop interface incident.
Thanks Thatcher.
London’s shitty thunder meaning having to get on a ducking train at 4pm rather than getting stuck into the beer for a few hours before heading to the airport.
Drive past a delightful little pub called the Damside Inn earlier (Allanton). Was going to pop in for a craft beer and smashed avocado on artisan bread but time was against me.
Next time.
It’s got to be thon goalie. Warming the bench until McGregor stubs his toe whilst out pished then makes his appearance and throws in a goal against Livingston.