saturday

enjoyed the simple pleasures of 140 minutes on the M1/M25 to see my sister today, walk round the lake with the dog and chill out chatting.

met up with mates for hot pizza and cold beer in a warm pub garden under a purpleblue night sky. watched then applauded an original hunter-gatherer carrying 5 pints of beer like a champagne pyramid fromt the bar to his table.

developing a strong liking for corona beer with lime and friends who will distract me from real life with chatter about human beach tents and stories of big dog's escapades on the underground. however much a hero he is i will never forget his classic line; 'lady you're so fat you've got your own atmosphere.'


"hello little dwarf, what are you doing down there?"