Saturday, 26 March 2011

Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum

Feeling a bit delicate this morning, last night Phee and I decided to breach our hermitage, and venture beyond the mouldy walls of Grimmauld Place. For some reason we became possessed by the depraved notion that drinking rum was a good idea. It was not.

The boy is a big rum drinker, and as a result there are many bottles of the stuff about the place, in varying degrees of emptiness. So, in what is fast becoming a habit, we concocted a 'delightful' beverage made up of rummy dregs, and for good measure we topped it all up with some of our own Basics rum (thats white rum and its vile).

The 'sauce' of my misery.
And so it begins.

The point at which quaffing should probs been halted...

...but, alas, it was not.

An attempt to preserve my modesty.

The Motley Crew

Phee came over all camera shy.
The writings on the wall/toilet door.
Obligatory Toilet shot

Home time.
Hateful Student bin, malingering on the door step!
Reggie- Our Friendly Neighbourhood Cat.

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