January 24th, 2003

SouthPark

Great chieftain of the pudding-race

Well, tomorrow night I'll be in Croydon. We start with a committee meeting, then we stuff the club magazine into envelopes and post them, and then we have an afternoon and evening of snacks, games and heavy drinking.

But wait! That's January 25th! And I'll be in Croydon? Disaster.

So I'm doing tomorrow night twenty-four hours early. As a result, I'm sat here stuffed full of offal and oatmeal and champit tatties and bashed neeps. There's barely enough room on the lap for the laptop. I'll have a wee tot o' malt in a minute.

The stepson took one look and reminded me about his diet. Weakling.
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