Hmmmm... many happenings since last we spoke...

Principally, we were out for Chrisbee's birthday do on Saturday night. At least, I think that's what happened. The first thing to go wrong was the tullane(?) whiskey which Jason's bloke bought, then Chris himself internally anointed all the blokes (to some female disquiet) with Goldschläger. Then another. Then things get quite dark and mysterious. I understand that we are to go home, and promptly engage a taxi-chap. Nick of the Flowers decides to share the taxi, thinking we're heading for Stoughton Road. Then realises I intend to go home, and hops out at the traffic lights on the Horsham side of the one-way system. I then get a call from Chris asking where I am (My lovely, but ageing CMD-J5 places this event at 01:57 15/06). I explain, then decide that I'll go to Stoughton Road and carry on with the drinking.

This, I feel, may have been the crux of my demise.

After appreciating the very large and lovely riverside garden, complete with built-in full moon, it again seemed like I ought to retire to Abi's very kindly offered accommodation. And I thank god she wasn't there to see me in that pitiful state. I haven't retched like that in quite some time. Not funny at all, and mostly due to this new, healthier lifestyle. I remember the old days (well, about a year and a half ago) when....

Anyway, speaking of excessive drinking, it's the Wee Ganch's 25th birthday today as well as Chris's's's's, so happy birthday both fellas. Welcome to the League of Creaky Old Gentlemen!