Out with the Uncle tonight. Spent time looking at pretty girls and concentrating on holding the beer down. Barfing after the 11th pint of beer is just *so* last century.
For food we considered Chinese, Indian, Kebabs and the local Fish and Chip shop. We settled on a sumptious feast of Cheese On Toast (with Branston Pickle) back at his place before I staggered home to the dulcet tones of Mr Pager.
This is, I gather, preparation for tomorrow. The Uncle bade me farewell with a cheerful wave just now with the comment "Make sure you line your stomach - gonna be a good day tomorrow."
Yeah. I'm getting too old. Thing is, the leader of tomorrow's pub crawl is in his 80s.
