Sshhhh... I'm preparing for a hangover...

Looks like you won’t be hearing much out of me this weekend. Sunday is my brother’s birthday, which means that Saturday evening may or may not (I’m gonna go with ‘may’) be rather hectic if Mr J. Daniels, Mr J. Cuervo and Mr C. Glass have anything to say about it.

And they all tend to have far too much to say as far as I’m concerned. Although it probably wouldn’t kill me to not provide such an attentive audience.

The manager of the bar we’re going to has already sent out an open invitation to every single one of the members of the establishment’s Facebook group inviting them to mercilessly punish the guy…

Which leaves Sunday.

Sundays are in turn devoted to whining about “the worst hangover ever” and “I swear I’m never drinking again”, etc. followed by much quaffing of Rehidrat, Aspirin and one or more greasy fry-ups.

So to cut a long story short – let’s check back in on Monday. Bright and early now, ya hear?