Not my poo you gwendlin…
I had a pint of Guinness today even though I think we should celebrate St.Georges day too… not Paddy’s day.
A superb gig – met a bloke with more bizarre hair colouring than me which has to be good. I farted and cleared a good 10 ft space around me, and half the tour party managed to get parking tickets.
Trillians is great, but the area it’s in is a hole big style and the traffic warden needs a kick up the chuff.
Kev’s driving us home… I’m in the back writing this in my diary… Steve’s snoring and farting, and Andy’s sat in the front crunching something… Kev’s still in a good mood which is good.