“You relay got me” or “there’s no place like gnome”

I didn't run from the Thursday until the Sunday as I knew what would happen. Injured. Drop out. Shouted at by Benny. Ridiculed by Ross. To be honest I didn't prepare very well for it even excepting that. I drunk whisky. I ate sweets. Lots of them. And pizza. And a KFC. The most ill … Continue reading “You relay got me” or “there’s no place like gnome”