I think I'm Starting to Peak Now, Al...

Just have to say many thanks to the lovely people who run the 12 Cowley Road Inn, for their warming hospitality and their intoxicative zest for the booze. Although I couldn't afford the Erol Alkan show at the Bully, I did afterwards indulge in the company of those that had been. I was literally swept off of my feet by Seb and Michael...and another night was spent on someone else's floor/bed/sofa...

Anybody that may have seen me in the Star during the week could be forgiven for thinking that I was in a state of zombification. I wasn't. I just smelt like a zombie. Rather than do something as hygenic as 'brushing my teeth', I opted (for 2 days) to instead test the human boundaries of Weston's Organic Cider consumption, (it's approximately 6 bottles). I also discovered (via Tim), the delights of strawberry beer. (Not a bad drink, just not as good as Cherry beer, and a damned sight more expensive).

After spending the best part of last week camped out on a bar stool at the pub, I finally reached my boozy-peak by making a scene on Friday night...so if anyone saw a water-based substance leaking from my eyes when I threw a massive whitey that night, they definitely weren't tears...I just got a bit of smoke in my eyes...No word of a lie.