Q is at the pub mates.

He's been drinking gin and warm larger, and he has his eye on Jazza, that really overweight lass that says she can suck a pork pie through a straw.

When he wakes up in his own vomit tomorrow with a beached white whale next to him he will post something about the Queen doing sherry shots with Melania talking about Euroland and how gay the Germans really are.