what a beauteous place old england can be when the sun has got his hat on. spent a delicious yesterday with the lady Trump playing badminton and drinking beer in my garden like civilised folk
spent much of the evening in a car up to my eyeballs in cabs and merchandise and guitars for the lovely Encyclopedia. foolishly had too much cider at the gig meaning not only that i gave my number to some random boy offering beds if they played manchester just because they're on the same label as friends in surrey, but that i was MOST uncomfortable in the car all the way home pretending that i wasn't drunk with the corner of a cardboard box poking my bladder incessantly. i'm rapidly losing the ability to handle even wee amounts of alcohol because i just don't get the practice any more. which is grand for my health, and wallet
i'm not adjusted to somerset pace yet, i feel all kinds of antsy but the hangover is helping today
i'm going to go snooze in the sun
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In future I shall rely less on convaluted chat-up lines and more on my natural beauty