I'm Freeeeeeeeeeeee

Got a fair few Ruddles County to get through before I get back on the
whisky...

Nah, fuckit!

<gulp>

<pour>

Magic! ;-)
--

Cheers!
Fr Jack
96 Tiger.
FRJACK AT GMAIL DOT COM

 

Fucker. Who passed it on, then? That's what I want to know.

Ah. I sent out for paracetamol, I should have gone for them wot you
have. Apart from that I'm just using what there is in the cupboard,
so to sniffle.

I appear to be running out of SYW (Shite Young Whisky) which is going
into black coffee at a rate of knots in an effort to dehydrate myself
and stop the bloody nasal waterfall. I'll have to stop coffeeing and
move on to something more esoteric shortly, I fear.

<coughs in chorus>

****, my chest is sore.

<goes for a fag>

 

Not just a Viewer rider.

Although, having a bike with reasonable pillion accomodation does ave
some advantages...

<fx: thinks back to Stef on the pillion seat, wearing Elly's leathers
and a pair of FMBs>

<fx2: rushes off for a cold shower>

 

^^^^^^^

Faking spool chequers. That's Viffer.

 

<fx: drains wine, pours generous measure of Benromach>

Slainte!

 

Heheee - I guessed that. Lovely, posting pissed, innit.

 

I'd join you ... NO, not in the same shower, you crowd of filthy
lurkers ... but a cold shower would deffo do more harm than good atm.

<relaxes in rosy glow>

 

Excellent. Well done, that old gimmer.

Has Sir never had a Suzuki, then? It all sounds a bit Bandit-like to
me.

 

I think I imported this one from Derby. Although it was worth
catching.

Any port in a storm. Even it it is Tesco's own brand Porto export. I
take it we have both declined an invite due to illness?

<fx: passes iBottle of Benromach>

 

Bunnahabhain, here.

Sláinte!

BTW, noticed in ASDA earlier that they have a very cheap "single malt"
(not the three that come in a tube) for under a tenner....

Anyone tried it?
--

Cheers!
Fr Jack
96 Tiger.
FRJACK AT GMAIL DOT COM

 

Drowning the lurgy with alcohol. Works for me.

 

Not yet.

 

That was a result for you, then. Fucknose where this one came from.
Bastards.

Indeed. The rest of the house has gone, mind. The sociable cunts.

Oh, thankee kindly - I'm into a bit of Talisker this end now.

 

Champ says...

He was on form tonight, wasn't he? You got home OK I see.

 

Excellent fun!

Sounds like you're talking about my old SIII Land Rover[1].

I'm aware that they don't have dog boxes.

 

Never had a problem with mine.

 

Could be worse you could have the weird and woderful rotting skin
infection I seem to have; in my nose FFS.

Can't shave, just sit here with supporating sores for company.

 

luxury!

 

Went out, sober [1], in Scarborough last night and it was, frankly,
disturbing in a neon lit amusemnets; breasts (that should be older enough
to know better) out on display.

Imagine a brightly lit chip shop where the Ben Sherman shirts are trying
to **** the fat black lacy things to the sound of euro pop. It's all
twirling like some badly remembered partly snatched Buggles video.

Culminating in a cresecnedo of "Sunlight on the lino, Woke me with a
shake"



[1] The antibiotics and atmosphere here preclude alcohol.

 

I take your point, but it was my Bandit 'box that sprang to mind.
Full of ferals that was, up and down. The whole bike was full of
vibes too, which was another point common with the OP.