Absolute fucking liberty

Swearing for the sake of swearing, I don't agree with. Swearing where absolutely appropriate, go for it. And never has it been more appropriate than tonight:

Do not go for a drink in the Grosvenor fucking Hotel. That's for a bottle, by the way, not a pint, as if that'd make it any fucking better.

Update! I really should add that, despite the price of that, the one beer I bought myself, I drank quite a large amount of wine. Wine provided free by, or at least at, the hotel. It was disgusting. As is probably fairly obvious, I was very much under the influence of said wine and single beer when I wrote this post. And tequila, mustn't forget the tequila. The hangover lasted three days. Which I deserved.