themiseryguts

My bacon has turned to leather tougher than that used in any steel-toe-capped boot, my sausage is anaemic (I know what you’re thinking… See a doctor) and my beans have started to clot.
To top it all off I get to wash this shite down with a frozen “fresh” smoothie that’s settled into what looks like fat extracted from liposuction. Tasty.

A good thing today though, I parked at Southampton’s Highfield House Hotel. Free of charge. Partly in thanks to my honesty (not something I am often thanked for really) and also thanks to the owners generosity. Cheers HHH!

The weather is shitty and terrible with nasty horizontal rain. I am sticking to my story, this is why my trousers are wet. It’s nothing to do with violent splashback. Seriously.