I will be so damn happy
I'd call in sick to work just to master ate for a week
Brexit
Sebastian Roberts
Nolan Lewis
>polls close
>votes counted
>we are out
>sun shining in the sky
>bird chirping in the trees
>head down to the local pub
>fish and chips day
>order some and take a seat outside
>kid ride past on a bike, one falls over and scraps his knee, but gets back up again and keeps going
>see someone putting up union flag bunting over the street
>relax
>suddenly someone puts a pint of larger on my table
>it's Nige
>'this ones on me lad'
>I smile but can't say anything
>he pats me on the back and walks on his way
>I come to my senses and go after him
>go around the corner
>he is gone, nowhere to be seen
>his business is finished