Saturday, February 06, 2010

Bar humbugs

The Baron and I were out last night drinking with the esteemed colleagues. Drinking with the esteemed colleagues for some hours, in fact. At some point, I distinctly remember rambling on at length, for no particular reason, about spurtles. Not only that, but I didn't even have the decency to swear, or shout, or break a chair over one of my esteemed colleagues heads.

Just what kind of monster am I?


Steve said...

I imagine there has been a considerable increase in the number of spurtles in the Baron's residence since you moved in, Tim.

TimT said...

Lots of cooking pots - but no spurtles. They're next on the acquisition list.

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