Yo, geezers.

Twas good to catch up with you the other day. Needless to say I had one of my "interesting" journeys back home to Annette's. The last thing I remember with you guys is leaving the little French restaurant having "eaten" two bottles of Sauv-Blanc. The next thing I remember is waking up on a park bench outside Stanmore tube station at three in the morn. Hey Clint, it reminds me of one of your "Upminster Specials". Obviously, I'd dozed off on the penultimate tube going back to Stratford and ended up in good ol' Stanmore. So I tottered up at four and roamed around. It reminded me of Acton. If it was replaced by a ghost town it would suddenly come to life. So I skipped about and waited till I could get the first tube back at about sixish. Meanwhile, Annette, having expected me back at around midnight, had kindly made a chicken 'n' vegetable soup and whilst waiting for my belated return, had started to snooze, to be then woken up at five in the morn by dense black smoke emanating from her kitchen, having almost burnt the house down. What a pair! Somehow the ooze of responsibility evaporates very quickly with us. Chaos!

Hoss.

p.s.- idea #137 for a source of extra income is to set up a company which manufactures inflatable dolls and call it Vag-o-matic.