Bring Back Sunday!

No really!

It occurred to me today, whilst I was mildly swaying from side to side this morning, that Sunday nights are really really really lame now!

This time last year after work at about 10pm the entire kitchen staff, restaurant staff and even some of the management would hastily finish work and wonder down to our local pub (The Holmbush)
We'd have a quick blast at the karaoke, a bit of team building and sometimes even engage in a bit of human interaction, if you catch my drift.

BUT not anymore. . . . Not only has the Karaoke dried up, the team bonding and the social banter has completely been destroyed!

Crappy'ness!

Soooooo in response to this realisation I have taken it upon myself, as a duty to my fellow work colleagues and for the good of society to "Bring Back Sunday Night"

Sunday's should be all about relaxing with your friends over a cool drink and having a laugh, what else were Sunday's made for???

. . . oh and Jesus I suppose but that's a whole different kettle of fish!

Times are hard for everyone, lets not make it any worse . . . . Who's with me????

I have amazingly cold feet today! Can alcohol effect your feet temperature?

Last night ended up in Plymouth instead of Truro, completely different ends of the county I know, but it was actually rather good. And to top it all off I felt ammmzzzzzzz'in this morning on only an hours sleep. Yeah hardcore Whoop Whoop!

As if by magic the underpants gnomes that I think are living under my wardrobe, have finally returned my Animal baseball cap. Seriously I've been looking bloody everywhere for that for about 6 days and then as if my some form of black magic it appeared on my bedroom floor. What's going on???

They still have my nice Animal belt AND the nice jeans mum bought for me for my birthday! If the underpants gnomes are reading this can I have them back soon please???

Three more breakfasts to go and then it's mega drunken, late night, partyness for me. I can't wait to get a lye in on Thursday morning. Although according to Mr R Brend I am wicked at breakfast . . . . why thanks very much!

Spooks ahoy, laters people x x x