The Purple Turtle

So I can’t sleep, I put my head down like a good boy at 10pm then just listen to the fan whiring on which is a bit of an apocalypse now moment, so I head on out at 2.00am to catch a beer to send me to sleep. I meet bunch of blokes at a bar, one of whom is from Henley and knows Reading very well so he starts going on about an old bar we used to frequent. It’s a small world (but I wouldn’t like to paint it).

I end up out until 5am and have to be up at 7am to get my bus so I’m signing off….

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