The day after the night after the holiday

Ad and I attempted to hit bewlwater today, but realised the cycle hire was shut just before we left. Which was lucky, so instead we went to blue water to watch a film. But none of the films were particularly appealing, so we shot up a load of heroin and experimented sexually with a passing group of swedish netball players. Well we would of but the heroin shop was shut. So we met rex instead and pootled around the shops before eating some grub at Bitz and Pizza (gaffaw).

We then resorted to a night down the old harvest moon in drinking readiment for tomorrow. See the photographic evidence of my excellent chest hair and lust-worthy emerald eyes:
(modesty comes at an extra fee)