…I know this is the eighth post of the year, but it’s the first time I’ve written it. I spent New Years Eve in the company of my pal Beezer, and on New Years Day headed up to South Wales for the Weekend. I figured I wouldn’t be able to update the blog last weekend (although it turned out I probably could have if I wanted). Since then I’ve been trying to catch up with my 100 days blogging, and this one should get me there. I’m aware that my last few posts haven’t quite been quite up to scratch and at least one of you have noticed too, but hopefully it should all get back to normal now although I am now completely out of ideas. Let’s see how we go.

I had badly timed my trip to Wales and realised I had an hour to wait at Euston for my train to leave. Whilst sat at Euston I noticed a bottle of wine hidden under my seat. Was it empty? I gingerly picked it up. It had weight to it. It was full. I ignored it for a minute or two and continued to read my book. I imagined someone was about to come back and claim it. A minute or so later, still no one came, and I decided then and there “I’m having that”. I put it in my bag.

In North Wales no one wanted to drink my wine. I suspect this is because they feared it was poisoned, which was silly because I was 80%+ sure that it wasn’t. In the end I attached a label to the wine and returned it to the seat in which I found it. The label read:

DEAR STRANGER,
PLEASE TAKE ME. I AM ABANDONED, AND GO NICE WITH BEEF APPARENTLY. P.S. I HAVE BEEN TO NORTH WALES AND BACK.

Then I drew an 18 certificate (see above) as best I could to avoid a child picking it up. I checked back the next day and the wine was gone. I imagine it probably went to a cleaner as I arrived back quite late to London on the Sunday night, and if so good. I hope that someone enjoyed, and that it wasn’t poisoned.