Which, with any luck, will be tomorrow.

As the big 30 approaches with dazzling speed I’m planning to do the only thing that will help me cope. Get pished.

So the plan is as follows…

1. Nip out to buy some new books. You have to find something to do before the pubs open.
2. Get pished. Edgy and Marc may be joining Ruthy and myself in the pub at some point. Which is always good.
3. Head around to the BBQ @ The Thorps. And drink more. So much more…
4. Drink more. Because when you start a plan it’s very important that you carry it out until the bitter end. Or something.

There may be some kind of hideous sobering up experience happening on Sunday but I’m not letting that stop me. Hell no. If I’m still alive I’ll probably keep drinking all Sunday.

Aye right. On Sunday morning (afternoon?) I’ll be crying like a child for his mother.

BigAl