Pesky Pigeons Night

Wednesday, and we're off to the pub. Could get messy, especially the fight to avoid being nominated driver.

Here's a jolly ditty that reminds me and Lynny of a happy afternoon sitting in a bar in Chatuchak market getting slowly pissed with Maureen:

Electric Gypsyland - Usti, Usti Baba (Senor Coconut Remix)

In other news, my freight is in the Channel:



Not long now. Soon I'll be making myself unpopular with my heavy foot action and poor sticking technique.

Work is improving - I've gone from having nothing to do to having too much to do, which is much better.

Later, I'm busy ok?