It was rather choppy at the Vico this evening.
After a day of incredible poxitude at the Mistake Factory (I've just sent the last emails of the day at 11PM), I was really looking forward to a cooling dive into the deep, clear Irish sea. So did Luca.
We were not the only ones. There was definitely a knackery element at the Vico tonight. Perhaps fans waiting for the almost nightly appearance of Conor McKnacker and his goons on jet skis.
And he didn't fail to deliver. The three of them sped along the coast, far too close to the coast, at about 9.30PM. The fans were delighted. Noise of engines, and shite music blaring. Too much money, too much testosterone, far too little cop on. These morons will kill a swimmer soon. Unless they get bored of their noisy toys before that. Hopefully. They have the attention span of a goldfish.