Sometimes a blow-out of relaxation is exactly what the doctors like to order if you come into the surgery holding a gun. I’ve been celebrating the fact that I’m off all week due to lies, treachery, deceit and possibly a court order if the judgement stands after the appeal.
It’s been a case of “back to reality” outside of London once more, as a last second journey to Manchester ensued to have just a fun time with fellow comrades in arms, raging against the world as we all like to do in our spare time. Drinking, losing badly in Blackjack and Trivial Protrusion, talking rubbish, all the hallmarks were there.
It was also the first time that I had ventured to Peterborough.
Now before you question how Peterborough, a city with things and stuff (actually I have no idea what’s really there), actually links in to all this, it was to meet up with a friend long time not seen and to journey up the rest of the way with said fellow to Manchester, a slightly different way of doing it but there we are.