Beer II

Did anybody get the number of that enormous truck full of Adnams Broadside that ran over my head on Monday evening? Think the driver threw a couple of bottles of red wine at me as well. I'd just like to say that it wasn't me that was standing up in the back of Kev's convertable at three am waving to strangers as System of a Down was played very loudly. That was the evil clone. I was at home drinking Whorelicks and reading fine literature by that stage.

Anyway. I'm alive and I'm back. No apologies or big eyes needed, Jules... I've spent weeks trying to forget the damned thing myself! Back to the happy home, where they've changed my weekend shifts, in that they've called me in and given me more days off in the week. That'd be nice if they'd phone me to let me know so I can actually arrange stuff. As it is, I'm stymied. At least I got to work "gentleman's hours" as I was on a course today. That's more like it.