Entry for July 08, 2007

I had dinner with some of my best friends tonight as part of what I have decided is going to be a full year of celebrations to mark my fortieth birthday.
We had an absolutely great meal at Smiths in Uddingston - which I can thoroughly recommend to all of you who live nearby. Everyone was on top form, which may be partly explained by the amount of alcohol consumed over the course of the evening. Of course, the Scottish Executive will tell you that you don't need alcohol to have a good time. The Scottish Executive are of course wrong. Alcohol is brilliant. It gets you drunk. It makes you funny. It cures most major disease. And if you drink regularly and to excess, you will become a better, healthier and more rounded person.
You can read about some of the excesses here on the Couch Potato's Blog. However, what the Couch Potato forgot to mention to you was the unusual method that one of our guests used to get home. He didn't mention it to you because he was so drunk that he forgot about it. So did I until my friend Fuzzy reminded me (Fuzzy is made of iron, bricks and Fuzzy Felts and accordingly is less affected by alcohol than the rest of us).
What Fuzzy reminded us of is that my friend Central Hamilton's Leading Actress chose at 4 in the morning to make her way home inside the roof box of her boyfriend's car. That is what I call a party.