Back blogging thanks to a trip to London and a hotel that only had white bread.

New car running well, work going OK, sun shining so I thought I would organise the guys for a drink to celebrate Martin's fiftieth birthday last night.
 Somehow this caught the attention of the Spite Goblin who turned up at the pub disguised as the Beer Sprite (see very first post in January).

It was a great evening - good chat and banter until the spite goblin/beer sprite made me follow the guys to the Crown Pub across the road. I had paced my beers all night and was at just the right level of intoxication to sleep well and wake up fresh as a daisy. Once in the Crown they (my mates) started on Jager-bombers - a glass of Jagermeister served in a half-pint glass of Red Bull which you have to down in one.

Next thing I know, I have had three of these foul concoctions one after the other. Is is a miracle that I can type. Woke up at 5.00 a.m.; really wide awake - thanks to the caffeine in a pint and a half of Red Bull; really hungover thanks to the Jagermiester, beer and 10 year old Macallan. Not sure who my friends are ......

Thanks guys!