Anyway, last night was really good fun - though I made two small errors which threatened to ruin it for me - the first was not to drink the cup of coffee I had planned to use to keep awake. As a result I drank a number of cans of Red Bull (though not as many as some) and was still happily awake at 4am, even having eschewed a cup of tea at Boglin Towers in favour of some water and a stroke of
The second mistake was to continue to remind a certain person of the career suggested to her by "It's a Wonderful Life". Every time I start on it, sober or drunk, I realise how it's going to end. But somehow my mouth runs away with itself. The score was 1-1 yesterday. My left testicle said "Ow" in a squeaky high pitched wail, and the right one said "Yah boo sucks - you missed!".
Edwards itself was jolly good fun - this going out lark is actually quite good fun - and cheaper in Birmingham than London. Now all we need is "B-Movie on Tour" to the West Midlands. Lovely to find an excuse to tell
Didn't do a lot today, and the idea of leaving the house filled me with so much dread that I did some housework, but only after the soon-to-be-infamous CS/DoD Clan [Clam] had a second outing. We lost everything we tried - but had a good laugh anyway. Now settled on the sofa recovering from being helpful and attempting to recruit