Well, well, well. I'm finally back with the program. Very much teh vworse for wear. Very many shots down the hatch, and very many converations completed. My mate has booked it, packed it, and been told to fook off to canada, and not return until he's learned some proper medicine. Siuch as how to cure someone who'sgot a severe bear attack.

It could happen.....in Wales.....in the summer....

I have my story and I'm sticking to it. In the same way I stuck to the whisky. It's the bleeding bollocks. Even if I can' type and talk in the same sentence.

I may be better going to bed now. But I'll stick around for the Quartey Forrest fight, if i can persuade my hands to stop typing.