Today i'm still a bit knackered after yesterdays ride out so decided to go for a ride out to Salisbury

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What is it about fucking Friday, the traffic is fucking mental in and out of there, yesterday it was quiet

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I got myself a drink and went to Tesco, i got myself a ten pack of Guinness, fits in the rucksac a treat then started walking back to the bike.
As i'm walking back i feel something wet on the back of my legs, fuck a can of Guinness has some how burst, so stopped to have a look.

Yes a can of Guinness has somehow been punctured

, the fact of it being Guinness wasted is one thing

, the other is i had to pour it out of the rucksac all over the floor!!
FFS, oh well shit happens i guess, home now and doing fuck all!!