An Ankoù
Landlord.
It's Friday evening. I spent the morning trying to track my new mobile phone with GLS, who seem to have lost it, the useless craunts, and lunchtime and all the afternoon trying to sort out tax issues with booking companies who really don't want to don't want to lift a finger for the exorbitant fees they take. The whole thing's got rite up my passage (ie blow-off tube) I can tell you.
The real question is what am I NOT going to drink tonight. No water, no tea, no coffee.
I'm going to start with a couple of pints of red to take the edge off my caution and them really hammer anything with hops in it.
The real question is what am I NOT going to drink tonight. No water, no tea, no coffee.
I'm going to start with a couple of pints of red to take the edge off my caution and them really hammer anything with hops in it.
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