Entry for May 21, 2007

I am recovering from a night out with the Couch Potato . The merest glance at his blog will tell you that this was a mistake on my part.
The man has superhuman powers. Unlike batman, superman et al, however, he uses his powers not to battle evil, but to wage war against his own liver. When duty calls, and the mild-mannered financial adviser nips into a telephone box, he emerges as Beeroman. His superpowers are these -
Ability to drink unlimited quantities of alcohol with no apparent side-effects
Fag smoking
I appreciate that to most of the world, these do not seem like particularly worthy powers, but do not forget that the Potato and I are from the West of Scotland. Here, the Potato's skills are prized more highly than X ray vision.
I don't feel too good today. I am a bit tired and my head feels fuzzy. I only drank half what he did. I suspect he is now right as rain. I imagine him now, prostrate on his sofa, whistling a cheery tune, and opening his third cold one of the night. I forgot that mortals like me should tread warily when we are with the gods.
I am going for a sleep.