So it's eleven o'clock on Monday. Everything is ready for loading into the Disco at 5 pm on Wednesday. The CDs are burnt, ACDC is on the stereo, a can of chilled wife beater by the keyboard, the wife packed off to her sisters.
I have a dozy workshop to attend tomorrow follwed by a days paper work before I can leave. What are the chances of it getting to noon Wednesday and me saying:
a) Right I am off to the pub this afternoon
b) I am off to Le Mans now
c) Has anyone got anything they'd like me to start before I go
d) Right for those here, this is a 4 hour monologue of why Le Mans is just brilliant and why I can stand another minute of staring at you pus filled sack of an excuse for a face.
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I just love beer, don't you?