Homeward bound

It's back to blighty tomorrow morning. I just want to get tomorrow over with because I hate flying.

Mrs Bucko is really brown and I am really skint. We've sampled some of the local cusine and loads of the local beer.

I didn't realise the local grog was 5.2% alcohol. I was drinking it like a session beer during the snooker final and had a really bad head on Tuesday morning.

I've chilled to I can't chill no more and it will be good to get home.

Normal blogging will resume shortly.

Have a good weekend.

Robbin bastard airways