A cynical, gloomy & ultimately pointless meander through the dusty corridors of my ever-deteriorating mind. And, as an added bonus, highly subjective reviews of Billy in the Lowground gigs, including such pictures as I deem to be sufficiently flattering...
Monday, September 12, 2005
Oh, my aching head...
Never again will I mix Pimms, Champagne, Guinness, Stella, Tequila and Glenmorangie.
At least, not in the same glass...
A splendid night of excess on Saturday, which left me full of love for my fellow man (though not as full of love as Paul was..!)
Apologies to the poor woman who had to sit next to the trembling, sweating & dribbling wreckage on the bus back to Bristol though...
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