“RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”

Makes a better title than “Finishing East Sussex at Brighton Bier Haus“, anyway. A lively end to the night in Brighton, the seafront full of revellers who had apparently run a few miles or got their tatts done, possibly not at the same time. I’d actually convinced myself I’d been to the Brighton Bierhaus, before,… Continue reading “RHIANNA’S GOT A WHOLE PLAN TO RID ME OF MY KNEECAPS”