More Luigis, less* Elons.
I’m going to disappear off here and build my outdoor business. You can find me on TikTok @ LakesHutch or on Instagram @ MountainHutch. (Or even up a real Mountain).
*fewer?
No idea what bin it is tomorrow. Neighbours know that I rely on them to make the first bin move. Yet not one bin out yet. Bin mind games. Long night ahead.
Just changed my work hours to part time. This summer I was sat at my desk staring out the window at the few sunny days we had. I’m 52 and will be good for fuck all at 67. I’m living now. Fuck the money.
There’s one lad on in this pub and he’s just spent 25 minutes making intricate cocktails for about four women while the bar is ten deep. There needs to be some sort of triage system.
I'm only here for all the defenders of the shittest rail system in Europe, who will scour the internet to prove you wrong. LOOK ANDY I FOUND ONE FOR ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN POUNDS YOU LOSE. No Gavin, we all lose.
Can’t be the only one who thinks the bloke in the car is a bully a coward and an arsehole. Filming it for laughs then getting the hump because he needs to wait 2 mins for a disabled old woman. Wanker.
As ever, I’ll remember my grandparents but also Bob, a frightened young man up there in the sky. Fighting to keep Nazis away from his mum. As good a cause as you’ll get.