Just home from a night of very mild debauchery (or as near to it as an almost-40yr old can muster) & thought i'd check in with you fantastic, fellow ex-mohammedans. This seemed to be most appropriate thread 'cause i'm paralytically inebriated. I've been drinking endless, very dry, martini cocktails--so dry, in fact, they were virtually pure gin. All very chic at the time (it was a 1930s themed party & i was wearing a velvet smoking jacket, no less!), but now i'm staggering around like a stroke victim (apologies to any aneurysm sufferers for the cheap gag).
Oh fuck! I've just realised the clocks go forward tonight. Bollocks. Even less time to sleep off my hangover

Off to bed