Drink, arse, feck...

My Latvian friends and I broke out the vodka and whisky, to drink and we had chicken to eat and a merry time was had by all. Rocky and I have just finished off the last of a tub of ice cream. We have had heat wave weather in Hull for the past few days. My friends want to visit the local jail. I suppose it is like a busman's holiday for them. Personally, I think that they are mad for wanting to visit a prison. Twenty-five years of the place was enough for me...