Just a few words to explain my absence over the last few, but it seems longer, weeks. I've been dumped in hospital, almost but not quite, against me will, with little, or more generally, no access to the net.
I shouldn't be ungrateful I know, the paramedics and the i/c staff saved my life, but on occasion, it felt like I'd been shanghied among the Pilgrim Fathers. Still an all, I'm up and about, just in time for the Wetherspoon Octoberfest.
Which brings me to the 'limpingdog' bit. Three and a half pints and I'm shot out of my little tree.I know that all the advice I'm getting is well meaning and most probably sensible, but I couldn't give two monkeys testicles, a life without beer ain't no life at all.......... and again