Happy Bank Holiday

I know most of you will think I do nothing but bang on about the weather, but the weather in London has sucked the big one recently, and still is. Frankly, the sucking deserves every bit of the banging.

This was what we did for kicks the other day at Euston Station of all places. Tossed about with a soggy slab of pitta bread. Best fun we’d had in days. Kid you not.

Soon as we found it, we had it surrounded.

Part of the ‘fun’ is who’s gonna get in there first:

Pause. Hold it. Okay. One, two, three.

Then, out of nowhere, Ronnie cut a sly right, and grabbed it. Genius move.

The only reason I’m bothering to post this is that the right shift is actually quite hard to do. Fair play Ronnie. Here he is doing the celebratory chest stretch: