Drank my G&T!! |
One
had just returned from Lady Farquhar-Farquharson's Alcohol appreciation
evening near Chalfont-St-Peter. As one walked though the front door one
started to feel faint and a little not so tickety-boo.
Trying
to calm one's self, one sat down infront of the fireplace with a
splendid Gin given as a tax dodge from Uncle 'Whoopsie' Ware-Armitage
last Christmas. Suddenly one felt overcome by some strange sopporific
force.
Five
hours later, in the early hours, one awoke to find that the Gin had
completely gone leaving only the glass in my hand. Not only that but I
suspect the same phantom was responsible for the load of ectoplasm all
down the front of my shirt!