How is it that I make literlly 38 phone calls to B&B's, hotels and farm houses to the Isle of Wight for a two night's accomodation over bank holiday weekend and come up empty, but my girlfriend Kelene makes one phone call and finds a gem?
As an aside, I'm starting to get a tad uneasy as my gardening leave life is coming to an end next week and my official Life of Riley ends 1st September. I'm starting to feel the pressure of needing to cram three-month's worth of heaving drinking, partying, running, working out and salsa lessons into a 7-day span.
- Asshole, out, 24.08.06
