Just saying.
I am laying in a strange bed at a tattoo festival I help to organise in Doncaster, UK called Tattoo Jam.
Have embibed more than a forty-one year old should and feel a million miles away from my wife and children, but have met an amazing tattoo artist called Jesse Smith. Nothing more to add apart from I am extremely drunk, typing this on my iPhone, and I will definitely wake up in the clothes that I am in now because I simply can not be bothered to address the situation.
I would like to add that getting drunk makes me nostalgic and I miss the craic (Irish spelling) of the AUI board (are you guys still around?) and the whole hubbub that accompanied it. You guys were funny.
Anyway, I hope Stewartland is still well populated and you are all still interested in this ephemeral bullshit, because I am and still proud. I love you all, but I am bound to say that because I am wasted.
Note to self. Pocket cup.
Mail me if you get that last line.
All the very best.
Wombat
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