This weekend I moved the workshop to its new location. Well when I say ‘I’ I mean me and various others who I hardly knew but were willing to give up their Sunday and help. Health and safety would have raised a few eyebrows had they seen the way a ton of safe was moved on top of a trolley hanging from the crane that was passing through the shop doorway while a couple of us tried to keep it from wreaking the joint risking our own limbs. It was ‘interesting’ shall we say. Hopefully tomorrow will be my first day working there. Its always weird for the first couple of weeks in a new workshop as everything is in the wrong place!!

Obviously I still have not played any poker from the flat!! Too much to do in such little time. Maybe tomorrow.

Last night I met my brother for a drink as he is on holiday up here. Being Essex boys we are used to Sunday nights being heaving in places like Romford where the slappers are out in force wearing nothing much puking in the gutter because they have drunk too many alcho pops even though they have school in the morning. Not in Kings Lynn though, apart from the obvious inbreeds it was dead.
Highlight of the night was my brother commenting that he wondered what that weird looking cross-thingy in the drip tray was. He knew damn well what it was and he also knew that as I’m such an inquisitive sod I’d lean over the bar and press it to find out. The jet of water hit the ceiling and fanned out soaking us leaving me with tears of laughter. I can’t believe no-one noticed and was expecting to get kicked out. I guess they need the custom though, especially from people that aren’t inbred.

See you at the tables…………soon.