I'm so tired, I havn't slept a wink, I'm so tired, my mind is on the brink, I wonder should I get up & fix myself a drink? No, no, no! Well, maybe just a small Horlicks.... Hey, I just found a website with Irish drinking songs for cat-lovers. The first one's called Wild Kitty, which is sung to the tune of Wild Rover. I could have done with an Irish drinking song on Bonfire Night, when my dear brother plied his unsuspecting sister with a double measure of tequila & some dodgy brandy. The last thing I remember is trying really hard to have an intelligent conversation with my sister-in-law, but my mouth seemed to be moving in slow motion. Right now, I'm drinking some jolly nice Pear Cider from Sweden and it's only 4.5% alcohol, which means I can drink the whole 500ml without going over my limit. I don't want to live too dangerously!
PS to "Flossiesfriend": Cheeky Pete's? D'you meanThe Castle in Richmond? When were you there? Not the night I was carried downstairs by the bouncers? (Yes, it was a bit painful.) You're not the Maori rugby player are you? The one who threw me over his shoulder, after the other one fell down the stairs? It's all flooding back now ..... you & me on the riverbank in the moonlight. The haka is still my most popular party piece. Is that you Wai?
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