Make the moist of your day
Was two hours late for getting to Lyme Regis for B’s birthday and I’d lost my suit.
I’d given it to someone in the park the previous night, whilst my brother was with Scarlett Johansen at the house we grew up in. Couldn’t decide whether to go or not because I didn’t have suit - but eventually we made a start to get there, and my parent drove us, but we couldn’t find parking. It wasn’t the real Lyme, but the version of it which I’ve visited before (some bastard child of the three way love-in between Venice, Blackpool and Matlock Bath), and I got so annoyed with them, I eventually just got out of the car at the town before and tried to catch a train, although got caught up in a bank raid involving myself and the A-Team in LA, and then escaping in their van. Its quite nicely upholstered inside.
Eventually got to Lyme, and it wasn’t a real wedding anyway, just a party in a marquee.
Word of the day: precipitation.
