Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Sit you down, father. Rest you.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob
I drank  Arbor Ales Goo Goo G’Joob stout in the Antelope last night without realising it was 11% proof, so I guess I downed the equivalent of about five pints of white wine.

Unsurprisingly, details towards the end of the evening are obscured by cloud and the mot juste for how I feed this morning is blerch, but I think we still managed to win the quiz for a record fourth consecutive time.

There is no moral to this story.
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