It has been what seems like one of the longest weeks I have had in eons. I am beyond looking forward to this weekend.
The idea of coming home tonight with a splash of Bushmills on ice and a Guinness to back it up is simply put, a wonderful thought.
The end is in sight. Just gotta keep plodding. So how about a little motivation to get us through the day aye?
And both to put a smile on your face, and a little secret to keep in the back of your mind when you meet folks who trying to ruin this last day of the week for you…
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves.
Now thats fine stuff indeed!
Have a good Friday!