Aha, I did something a little strange last night. I “went out”. It’s a funny concept, not one I’m overly familiar with. Local blogger Stuart, aka ‘wonkotsane’ — an old school friend of Karl’s — invited Karl and I out for a drink to celebrate his lovely wife’s birthday.
Despite a) not being a drinker and b) not having had anything to eat since Thursday, I was surprised that I managed to drink 5 bottles of WKD and still stand. In fact, I was relatively sober. Yes, I know, WKD is effectively flavoured water, but it’s been a long time since I’ve managed to knock back whisky and live to tell the tale so I stuck to something a little more sensible :P
Now all I’ve got to do is apologise to all those I may have inadvertently embarrassed by “dancing” (standing in a spot shaking from side to side… somewhat similar to an epileptic fit I imagine) and work up the courage to show my face in public again. Oh, and eat, that’s pretty bloody high on my priority list too. A big fat lamb steak, with potatoes and carrots with garlic butter should just above cover it. Nom nom nom.