Mad bastards wearing puffer jackets on the central line. Also, get your hot leg off my leg.

Fried cheese. Fucking fuck yes.

We had a fish and chip shop opposite the pool. I don’t think I have eaten anything better than those salty vinegary chips, the childish exhaustion and hunger made them absolutely magical.

Nah. It’s no problem at all, we can handle nuances. If I need to be specific I use 24hr. If someone invites me over tomorrow for a cup of tea and I say I’ll be over 2ish they know what I mean. It’s all about context.

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Madeira is pretty cool. The runway is on stilts, the approach is tricky and requires training, the cafe has a big balcony so you can watch the pilots do a tricky landing on a stilted runway with a beer.

0. Should also add the question 21- legally smoked in every conceivable fucked up place including on planes and underground trains made of wood.

Incontinentia… Incontinentia Buttocks.

In a squeezer

I promise not to use the doorbell, instead I shall announce my arrival by throwing acorns at the door.