Brad took this little gem of MKB after his last fall in December. He was, as always 'stone cold sober'...
You have to be impressed with the symmetry of it all, see how it mirrors the bottle of brandy induced scar on the other side?
Crowther, can you lick his head again for me and tell me does it now taste of peanuts or leather footballs?
(I forgot that Crowther licked his head and said it tasted of peanuts, FYI it was the night of the pipe of Pimms when both Mr Crowther and MistaDobalina (Mr Bob Dobalina) drank me out of Pimms and Gin, tanned all my Egyptian strawberry tobacco and sliced up Mr Wilsons jumper with the lemon knife) I stumbled across this memory whilst reading last years entries. So its a fact.
Oh the glory days!
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