Arse munkie

There are 3reasons this pub is scarey:
the shiny munkie
the picture of the shiny munky
the scary big man smoking a fag under the shiney munkie that looks like he might kill me for taking a photo.


My lensbaby didn't arrive. I didn't explode though. I thought it might arrive as a parcel later in the day, so I held of exploding. I might as well wait till tomorrow post now. I hate second class, it's like the postal equivalent of covering a letter in jam, throwing it in the air and hoping a hungry pigeon takes it to where you want it to go.