12.44 The weekend starts here. A few cold tinnies out of the fridge, Meat and potato pie down the pub later, with a few jars to wash it down while I read the local rag. Home for a wash and brush up for tonight, then a few more jars before I feel I've had enough, then the odd G+T until home time. stagger up the road with my kebab in hand and sauce all down my shirt.
Work hard, play hard. Can't beat it.