The day has come for me to book my summer trip to Croatia on the battle weary credit card. Finally commiting to this jaunt will coincide with making a concerted effort to get my t-shirt suntan on the go (Yes I realise its February but I’m a pasty shit) and hunting down some new polo-shirts. Cue subconscious bickering; ‘You don’t even tan man, you’re only looking for new clothes because you can’t fit in the ones you’ve got’. ‘Sod off! I do…
