Myself, Gill, Enda and Tara went to the Aintree grand national on saturday. Tara bought us tickets for the John Smiths “No Nonsense” enclosure. We stayed in the beer tent mostly and got pissed. Gill’s favourite band were on too which we didn’t know so that was great. I had a great day out and I think I might still be a little hungover. It was well worth it. I learned three things on saturday:

1. I fuckingfipping love bitter
2. I am shit at choosing horses
3. I fuckingfipping love bitter