Ouch

Well the result may not be impressive, but the hangover is. I have decided to rename my head Hurricane Katrina.

After the vodka and rum ran out, we headed into town. At some bar whose name I honestly can’t recall we decided shots were called for. To our great disappointment after eight or nine rounds they refused to serve us anymore. We were actually very well behaved, but I suppose the fact we were ordering new rounds every three minutes was a factor 🙂

Anyway my inclination is to amputate from the neck up, but alas the requests for analysis have already started so I will do my best in an impaired state. All errors can be blamed on Steven Heath 🙂

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