1st November. F.E.M.C.C. Latest.

I can't believe we're supposed to be going away on a motorcycle piss-up trip today.

I'm feeling a bit under the weather due to the common cold virus and the actual weather is -0.2 degrees. Perfect.

These Failing Eyesight Club runs seem to be getting later and later in the year. I mean a few short weeks and it could have been a 'Turkey & Tinsel' run taking advantage of a cheap inclusive deal between Christmas and New Year.

David, needless to say has some sort of plug-in suit reliant on resistance heating like a giant electric toaster.

If the current drain proves too much for his battery he can be just left to die of hypothermia at the roadside on the moors between Bridge of Cally and Pitlochry.

Tonight it'll be a 'few beers' at a wayside inn similar to The Cock & Prostate, followed by a 'Full English Coronary Breakfast'' in the morning.

Although a 'Full Scottish' is similar just with a higher fat content.

I wonder what organ will fail next?

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