Pub golf was pretty awesome actually. Even if I had to down lager, ugh.
Hattie wanted to come back earlier so I came with her but I’m really not that fussed as we were headed to a skanky club, and i don’t make good decisions when drunk and i’d feel guilty if i did anything when i have something good with James going on.
Nope and nope, I don’t own white shows either. Basically my wardrobe is really not cut out for this aha. It’s fine though, I have something vaguely golf-esque now. The flat cap would be good though, but I really cannot be bothered to drag myself all the way to the far end of Oxford Street for the Primark. Thanks a lot anyway though :)
So I'm going to see my friends in Bath on Thursday
And it happens to be one of their friends birthdays and they’re going out playing pub golf, and I’ve been invited along, and it’s fancy dress.
So I just had to go into a sports shop in search of something that would be appropriate. Eugh, i actually felt dirty stepping through the door. I spent most of my time in there muttering ‘vile, vile, utterly vile’ under my breath at the stuff they sold.
Anyway I have a costume. It’s not very good, and the only pair of shorts I have here are denim style, which are totally un-golf-like, but I have something, and the 99p store (god bless its existence) sold mini golf sets so I have a plastic club just so people know I’m supposed to be a golfer.
And I’ve spent today with Michael walking round London which has been great and we’ve come across some amazing people who I may talk about later if I’m bothered and then we met up with Denim when he finally got up and walked about some more then came to Camden and had leftover KFC and pizza and everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
Right, along the back from left to right we have myself, the fabulous Michael C, the unstoppable Michael B, the lovely Denholm, the wonderful Zak, the brilliant George, the wonder that is Luke Warnes, and down front we have the right honourable Kyle on the left and the lovely Harry on the right.