...I'm just a fool for booze
I had to lick it from my finger-er-er-er-rs*
Does it have to , does it have to, Does it have to bloody linger...
Booze is a funny old thing. By the time I crawled in at 4:30am I'd've thought that by this morning all the alcohol would have disappated.
No such luck!
Clearly, my cocktail of cider, cinnamon aftershock & jaegermeister enjoyed it's absortion into the body and was very reluctant to leave, for at 7pm I was still to drunk to drive and had to spend fortunes on taxis for pop quizment.
Taxis! They charge about a million quid to transport you in a sealed carriage with a driver who not only has no regard for speed limits, traffic lights and other drivers, but has a rather windy whiffy bot.
And why do they take the most complicated route? I know the way from A to B, but I've never had a taxi driver take the simple quick route - it's all unmentionable sidestreets and möbius portals!
Followers of the work of Hugo Rune will know of the secret cabbie society within Englands capital (BOLLOCKs**). I wonder if they've set up branches in other cities, and if Those In Power have set up A-Zs in Norwich to store all the booty of small screws, pens, and yellow handled screwdrivers. I suspect this spin-off is called CUNTS - Cabbies Undermining Norfolk's Transportation System)
Anyhoo, after quizment and much coffee, I recall certain aspects of Hadesment I was supposed to blog about. There was something about cut-glass gash, but exactly how the minge of Alistairs big haired pal cropped up, or was cropped into topiary, currently elude the memory cells.
A very Dark Crystal indeed, as I'm assuming that they included the dark haired one's bush. She must've been a skeksis, as one would expect that their opposing counterpart would be a Mystic with crystal balls.
Which makes you wonder if the UrSkeks were trannies or Hermaphroes, as they did wear dresses (or Mystic Robes, if you are a Bongo Brother).
Although Ms Tipps did have a sort of afro, so it's probably the latter.
Or something.
* AS OPPOSED TO LICKING IT FROM KELSO'S PARK-YER-PINT KLE'VARJ, WHERE I RECALL MUCH SPILLAGE AT ONE POINT.
** THE BLACK ORDER, LONDON'S LEGION OF CAB KNIGHTS
