OK, end of sulk. Now what?
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OK, end of sulk. Now what?
Now, we dance... La di da, la di da....
Oh Dafydd you dance divine.
I 'ad lessons up the Locarno, din' I!
Fan's face....
Not as young as I use to be... All this dancing is tiring me out.
Let's go and have a quiet drink. Pint? Red Wine? Is that with or without a cherry and a little paper umbrella?
Sip sip sip... Hmmm... More pleases...
There you go. Good stuff this - 25 cents a bottle. Vintage. If you don;t like it, we could always strip the wallpaper off with it.
No darl, adds to the flavour. Yum
You've got taste buds left? How do you do that? Another pint, or shall I just get us a barrel each?
barrel please.
*Returns with barrel under each arm, and two straws*
Yum... Dave, what is this delicious juice?
Vin de Plonk, a Cypriot brew made from choice grapes, old tyres and methylated spirits, matured for 24 hours in oaken casks then shipped aboard a rusting scow with an evil crew of pirates, and taken in the dead of night to a certain bar in downtown Alcoholics Creek, where we sip so delicately from our jam jars.
Wow D, that was oddly poetic.
Ah, I do poetic Hooch! Wait till you've heard me eulogising on champagne at $1.35 a bottle, that's poetry.