I shall report to you shortly on the re-union. I am unable to do so on account of a very bad hangover. Many angry bees appear to have got into my head overnight.
I am pleased to say that most of my old school chums are not subscribing to the Scottish Executive's Health Nazi policy of promoting sensible drinking. The folly of this policy is self-evident: this is Scotland; it is nearly Hogmanay - why on earth does everybody in the world want to come here? Is it because we can tell you how many units of alcohol are in a luke warm pineapple Bacardi Breezer, or is it because everyone in the whole country is completely hammered and having a brilliant time?
Fair enough, we may may all have stinking hangovers the next day, and we may be hastening the grim-reaper's elbow as his scythe swings closer to our throat, but this is the Party Season. It is up to us if we want to get drunk.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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