It was 1.30 when I got to my hotel.
Mind you, the walk might not necessarily have taken the most direct route.
Time-travelling - there was something about time-travelling
Was that when I was talking to the IndianGerman ex-brain surgeon geneticist?
I remember you shouting 'f**k' a lot, for some reason.
Also, I have a recollection of a lady in the bar totally losing her ****. She was a rather elegant young Indian lady using the vilest language imaginable. Not the one who became offended when we say anti-Spurs songs.
We behaved abysmally, really :-(
I like that your long-suppressed Irishness is emerging again.
"Oi'll murder the pair o' youse!"
I've got to stop. I'm out of control.
Were you drinking scotch? That's the killer, you see? It sends a chap 'on the turn' in his latter
years. Red wine and beer are your friends. Spirituous liquors, not so much.
I couldn't settle to any one tipple, I fear. I was alternating scotch with red wine and beer.
Thaqt was never going to end well, in hindsight.
Well there you are. You need to show more discipline in these matters. You need to have a plan and
to stick with it. And scotch should form no part of said plan. It's evil stuff and does terrible things to the inner celt.
Jager bombs aren't clever either
Yes. The last time I was tempted to try those was a New Year's Eve do.
There was a certain amount of unbecoming behaviour. I may have climbed onto someone's shed roof and started stripping. :-(
Never again.