OI!

Dopey.

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'Tis I. Back in the land of the living. Although only just, as although last night's club adventure had been cancelled, my, "swift pint" before bed with Karen J turned into quite a wild achievement for one so sleepy. I'm not quite sure what it is exactly but whenever I see dolly bird, we without fail seem to end up causing a wee bit of trouble of one sort of another. I have photographic evidence of last night's epic event which I dare not post but cannae stop giggling at. Our crazy travels always result in us rolling in at some ghastly hour slightly worse for wear but laughing our heads off for days and days afterwards. Last night was no exception to the rule. The lady is consistently fabulous.

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We headed off to said cancelled club event in the end, only to find that it was disgracefully attended by some, er, rather different looking folk judging by the baggies in the queue. On enquiry we found that the night had turned into an "R&B" (?) night of all things which is about as much use to the fabulous as a chocolate teapot.
We did find an establishment to bundle into for a bit but ended up finding the rather desperate already well drunken gaggle of males eager to not end the night alone rather tedious, so after upsetting a few, left ungracefully and went and entertained ourselves in the streets for a bit - before donning matching stripy socks and shirts and hitting the sacks. Ahhhhh. Girls are the best. Don't you forget that. Right, off I pop to work for a lil bit - no rest EVER for wicked ones.