The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
So… it’s been a while and I just thought I’d let you know what’s going on. Obviously, travel has been severely restricted and even locally we’ve been locked down to the point of insanity. My fingers, toes and balls are crossed that it will open up soon.
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Yeah, it’s actually written on the sign like the TV show. Don’t expect to see Ross, Monica… ah fuck it I don’t remember their fucking names any more. But there may be a smelly cat or two hanging round.
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