DAY 166. BUGGED OUT AT BUTLINS. DAY 1.

16.01.15 I finished at work on the Friday evening. It had been a long punishing week. I was ready to collapse. But fortunately there was one engagement that could keep me motivated. One reason that I could continue my movements in hope. I picked up Grant from the local station and we drove south. South…

DAY 165. BAD BEHAVIOUR AT THE CRAVEN COTTAGE.

19.12.14 John is a lifelong supporter of Sheffield Wednesday. And the fact I’ve seen more of their games with him than I have of any other team pretty much makes me a Wednesday supporter too. On this occasion we had persuaded Freddie to come along to their away game against Fulham FC. We love a…

DAY 163. DRINKING. ADVENTURES. ANGRY TUBE STATIONS.

29.11.14 Hailey, our old Aussie housemate, was having a party. It was London Underground themed – a great theme for any occasion. Jake and I popped over to her house in Shepherd’s Bush at 8pm to deliver the speakers. We were just planning to drop the sound off before popping home to get fancy dressed.…

DAY 161. DRINKING. ADVENTURES. THE ICE KINGDOM BECKONS.

21.11.14 It was mine and Jakes lucky day. We were expecting a visit from none other than Lucy, who was making the long treacherous journey from Bournemouth to London. She made it safely, praise be to God. These are dangerous times. And thus we had to consider what to with our day. We all like…