Had a monumental drinking binge with Mark "Mark Webb" Webb on Saturday night and am now into my second day of being hungover. Got lizard pissed and remember little other than finding out we were still really good at pool, discussing why 'Hannibal' is such a shit book for the best part of an hour and slagging off Big Cat Diary (for fuck's sake..point the camera at the fucking animals). This was my first venture into the world of pubs since the Nazi smoking ban came into being...and I actually found it okay. Mainly because we sat in the beer garden.
Anyway, cheers for stopping by dude.
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