We failed quite miserably to see any live comedy yesterday (although the day before was good). I blame the wine.
Y’see, we thought: you know what would be nice before we go out this afternoon? A quick bottle or two of wine.
Six bottles of wine later, the plan to go and watch some shows somehow mutated into a different plan – and I use the word “plan” in it’s loosest possible interpretation – involving:
– Board games
– Partial nudity
– Talking bollocks
– Chatting to an ex-bodybuilder who got hit by a car and now runs a kebaberie
– Watching films
Today we’re all sleepy and confused.