Laughing till my ribs hurt


And why do they hurt?

Because I fell over after drinking far too much Magno (cheap Spanish brandy) whilst on a bit of a binge in Santa Pola. Never mind I'm sure I'll heal up soon, or, of course, I could just stop laughing!

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