As promised he has been away on the sauce with Scrapper and Gay George (Not Actually George) (or Gayorge as Scrapper took to calling him).
To kick matters off after they had met up at Geneva airport Friday afternoon they shot up the motorway to Sion (the main town at the bottom of the valley below their ultimate destination).
Our kid was, frankly, battered before leaving the hotel with two pints of strong local disco fizz inside him as his resolve has been totally blown away having not really done anything for the amusement of our readers (shurely drunk? - ed) for some weeks.
A couple of bottles of wine and some more beers followed on before they struggled into a night club and decided to hit the Sambucas. A subtle sign that they were a little past the battered marked was their abject attempts to light the stuff although they did manage to get most of it down them without too many burns and certainly less than this fellow.
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Molto bonno questo blogue! PALAVROSSAVRVS REX!
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