I like that there’s a hairdressers in Wick called Curl up and Dye 
Get thee some Pulteney…
Jeez you really are in a seventies time warp.
I remember it didn’t half hurt getting hit with a dimple jug.
I couldn’t help noticing the other jugs.
right what sort of hotel supplies a mini carafe of brown liquid and werthers original in the room
now that liquid might have started out as something alcoholic, but it now has no flavour or smell. I know it isn’t Novichok as I’m still alive.
so Mr Bates, the bible quoting owner, manager, waiter, barman and clearly man in charge, has just told Louise not to interrupt him with a wagging finger, when he is in full gushing flow about the local whisky…
This place is very weird…there is a small Spanish man dosing up on methadone at the table next to us.
now whether she is pulling my leg or not, Louise is claiming that when she booked the table in this hotel brasserie, Mrs Bates told her that “guests don’t normally eat here but that it is very popular with local people, a brasserie for local people”…
hmmmmm
that is exactly what Louise keeps talking about. She says she is trying to remember the music, but all she can remember is Britt Eklands tits 
Bloody horrible, think it might have been off - threw 3/4 a bottle down the sink.
Had to resort to my usual:
Last night in Kos, so lots of this followed by Ouzo
