Drink is the curse of the working classes.

All day was full of blip opporchancities (as Ricky Fulton called them). In Gairloch, we had the most amazing hailstorms & thunder & lightning - there were floods outside and inside the school - and when I crossed the Forth Road Bridge tonight, the moon was enormous in the sky.

Did I take a single shot?

Of course not.

Blipped the sherry instead.