Easter blues…

I fucking hate Easter.

It’s like four dull Sundays all shunted together into a 1950s-style weekend of cruelly curtailed drinking hours.

A great mass of London buggers off leaving the bars and clubs half empty, and what people are left are often busy making up the deficit by drinking for two or three people – and then turning into complete arses.

And Cardiff City lost at home, all but finishing off any wild hopes of a play-off place…

I’m going to the pub…

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