What I Really Want Is a jacket Potato
Oh la la la la!
Did you see that turn of Dane Reynolds up on the top left there where he does a grab-fin cutback on the YG3 trailer. Bloody hell! Done one of they lately have you?
Well the surf was good here yesterday morn for about 22minutes after sunrise before the wind bent it over and violated it. I paddled out in Seignosse early doors and saw Stinky Von Rupp crankin off the bottom on a left. I sat up on my baord and shouted 'Go back to Germany' really loudly with a double 2 finger salute. He wasn't expecting that, was he? He fell off. Tiago, Miky and Jeremiah Florez then paddled out and had a pretty good dig. Charlie P was on da beach shooting all the action, bless him. I got out and watched the boys rip for a bit, had some patter with Charlie P then reluctantly went work, innum.
Driving is a bloody nightmare in these parts at the mo. Really stressfull. I've turned into an angry little man. I beep, swear, gesticulate, hop from foot to foot everytime I get in the Punto 1.6 ELX. I've actually turned into one of those real w***ers who looks at all the number plates of the cars and shouts stuff like 'go home' when they take too long spacking a roundpoint. How uncool is that, shouting at crew to go back to Bordeaux etc etc when I myself come from the Angle Land? Actually, I don't really do that, as if I'd do a thing like that...
Every morning when i leave home I start to feel sick, with a taste of buttery pastry in my gob. And yet somehow, i still get the regulation croissant and chocolatine every day. Please Lord, let me have something else for breakfast before I die. There must be another way. Even more than a savory breakfast, what i really want is a jacket potato. Me and the Assassin are borrowing Youngy's unfinished apart and there's no kitchen or owt, so we have to eat out every meal. I can't take much more pizza, paninis etc etc. God, this is a boring blog isn't it? Does anyone give two hoots about my scran desires?
I'll get me manteau...