Today appeared to be 'drive like even more of a slack-jawed Bristolian fucktard than usual' day. By the time I'd got to the hateful 'leisure centre' (or whatever the hell it is. I'm sure those things used to be swimming pools, saunas, a coffee bar and a game of pong for the kids while you were having it all seventies in your bri-nylon relaxation
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