The bottle of grouse on the way down probably didnt help you h.
Wotcher Robbo, how're you keeping?
I'm off the whiskey for a bit....
I got stuck into a sizeable hip flask of single malt at Paddys Party on Friday night, co-oincidentally shortly before I passed out. Just as I was recovering, another bottle was cracked open at the campsite, and that one gave me 'walking sickness' and I shot off on foot to Arnage corner, almost getting run over several times. Come Sunday as I was packing up, and feeling very very ropey, young H Jnr (on his first trip to LM), pulled out a package he'd hidden, and with a 'Happy Fathers Day, Dad' handed me a bottle of Laphroig. I nearly strangled him.
I suppose he was on the right track....
H