6th Feb - Bottomless Brunch



Today is one of those Sundays where the laptop is open all day, and I'm catching up with all my outstanding work. Luckily, whilst doing so, Big Brother 8 is on in the background and I'm not at all ashamed to admit, I'm absolutely loving it. My partner and I had attempted to finish off Ozark, a series we thoroughly enjoyed throughout lockdown, but the latest season just felt horrendously depressing and so - partly ironically - we came across some old BB episodes on YouTube. Much to our amusement, there were entire playlists of full episodes (though the quality is somewhat questionable, someone give 'em a 4K remake, please?). 

What's occurred since is a nightly binge down nostalgia avenue, and I'm fully invested at this point. Get Charley out, do the Twins have a gameplay, and is Ziggy manipulating Chanelle? So many questions, so many answers we're already aware of, but have partially forgotten over a timespan of 15 years. One driving force in the backset of my mind as this next week or so approaches is the introduction of Bottomless Brunch next weekend. I was previously under the impression that this was a showcase of toxic femininity, with clinking Prosecco glasses boomeranging their way across Insta-stories nationwide. 




In all honesty, that's partly true. But it also offers a chance to aggressively day-drink and use the evening as an anti-hangover campaign, stocking up on hydration and nourishment, a must-do over the age of 30. As I previously discussed via this diary, my hangovers have now reached a point where I refuse to intoxicate myself to the point of no return, and though I'll inevitably end up using the brunch as a form of pre-drinks to the evening's activities, I'm hoping my will-power will prove fruitful and I'll be guzzling the Volvic by 5pm. 

'Where are we going for brunch?', I hear you ask. The answer, is of course, the best place in the entire world... Turtle Bay. Reggae tunes, curried goat, green and yellow vibez, and a comprehensive inner-knowledge of the cocktail menu (UB40 is grim, avoid it. Rum Runner is the bomb, slurp it). All together now... 



"Red, red, wiiiinnneeee!"



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