This week in Birmingham is beginning to take its toll on him. On the basis that if he stayed in the flat he was likely to inflict further injury to the lovely Dennis (passim) he decided to go out with his good chum Gravy.
One of the partners at work had dragged him out at lunch for a quick couple of pints (of Timothy Talyor's Landlord - King of Beers) and so the afternoon rather dragged and indeed he managed to fall asleep in front of the TV before heading out on the pop.
Further Landlord and then some cider followed on a fine evening out before he eventually staggered back to the flat promptly passing out without smashing anything. Remarkable.
Tigger is sniffing around this afternoon threatening another session. His liver is running up the white flag.
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