My Saturday has consisted of 6 hours of house shifting and 6 hours of Rock Band. Could do with a snooze now.
Ah, Bombay sapphire, my eye-reddening friend. Come visit my gullet.
Bizarre how Gen Y’s and younger call beating any game “clocking” it. Us clever old people know better – you need a score for a start.
One of the nice things about starting a new job is being able to polish up and re-use my crusty old anecdotes that everybody else is already completely sick of