Thank Goodness For Peace
At last, my nephew's started watching Sooty again. That means no more cartoons that I don't really remember! Problem is, these aren't the Sooty shows that I remember. They are similar, but they live in a shop instead of a house. Different bloke, too. I do, however, have vague memories of him. I must have grown out of it just after he started doing it.
I really don't mind skipping my important work to watch glove puppets. Who gives a toss about work when you can watch Sweep learn about sexual intercourse?
In other news, me and Emily tried out a cocktail that we made up. Woke up at twelve in the afternoon on the bed in the nip with terrible headaches, a horrible taste in our mouths, and a strange sense of awkwardness.
I am not going to give you a list of ingredients. It is for your own good. I think we'll stick to gin and other less life-threatening beverages in future. Hell, I even get the feeling that a few bottles of vodka would be more healthy than that abomination.
Now we just need Sooty to start drinking, and my two subjects will become one.