Working on Bank Holiday Indeed

It's Brit bank holiday weekend, and we have had an upsurge of customers as you lot flock over here in your dozens to get away from my pal Tony Blair's dictatorship. Weather's not bad here -about 23 degrees - What this means is that, sadly, I have to work hard, and do at least 2 hours a day in the bar. I don't go out much if it's sunny- I hate the heat. There is nothing worse than heat for warming up your can of beer when you're walking about. For some reason people think we brits all like warm beer. Well - I for one don't. Unless I'm feeling cold, then I do.

I'm feeling a bit confused today. This happens over the weekend usually, and has been going on since I was a kid. I often wake up on a Saturday afternoon feeling a bit disorientated and groggy. It often happens on Sunday too. I once asked my good mate Dr Raj Persaud, the telly doctor about it and he suggested that I was suffering from hangovers. I told him I drank only the recommended government weekly allowance of 280 units of booze a week and he appeared a bit surprised. I know these quacks double what you tell them, so he probably thinks I drink more than I do...