Saturdays are for doing whatever you like without the existential dread and back to work anxiety that Sunday brings. Today I cooked a pork and turned it into delicious, smoky pulled pork which I then finished in a fry pan and ate on a brioche bun and a side of waffle fries. I also played the new (old) Tony Hawk game. A lot of nostalgia was had.

I’d like a Victorian terrace that has been fully renovated inside and isn’t going to be rat/cockroach infested or boiling hot/freezing cold/always damp. I’d also like my little backyard to be completely cement. Grass is for the losers who live in McMansions in Ropes Crossing.

I think we both know I’m too cool for such things.