The day after completing the Yorshire 3 Peaks, probably best not to wear a plastic skirt on the hottest day of the year, drink enough beer not to feel the blisters any more and dance all night with a mop.
Also, probably best not to get dropped off by the taxi at the Conservative Club instead of the Constitutional Club in Farsley and have to parade through a small town dressed in drag.
At least I had the sense to leave the heels at home.
Fun times.
Triplets, Travels & Now A Tumour 