Popped up to With at the weekend for a long overdue catch-up with Slapper & the twins. Always good to see them and put the world to rights over a couple of bottles of wine … and um whisky … and err gin … oops. Headed to Valley Gardens the next day and hid our hangovers under a mask of face-paint. Unimpressed the boys wouldn’t join in & despite Slap’s best brainwashing weren’t too pleased to meet Elvis (aka Steve “Uh-huh” Caprice) either. Still we cheered up some pensioners and helped at least one wino back on the wagon. M n M had their first day at school – traumatic – v- ecstatic – kind of sets the pace for life boys. Trained it back on Monday and shared relationship advice, cider and tattoos with ex Naval officer Wesley from Brid. "I don't suffer fools gladly" he said showing me a bicep with "I Don't Suffer Fools Gladly" written on it...
3 hours in the singing dentist’s chair! 3 hours and I look like a cross between Mr Ed and Dick Emery’s vicar. And for those of you who don’t know dentist Lip Jin (seriously) that meant 3 hours of Elvis – or more to the point singalonga Elvis. “It’s Now or Never”, “Don’t Be Cruel”, “All Shook Up” & “A Little Less Conversation” – the man’s a sadist.
Reading: "Cloud Atlas"/David Mitchell
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