Albert Tatlock

They only bought us in June. Maybe I'll get a chance for a quick word with him during his next visit when I'm dishing out the tea and executive afternoon macaroons from the trolley. Also, JoJo ticket now in my grubby paws - "London" does exist after all!

Kind of harsh on the ears (fierce Irish delivery) all in one go, but some great stuff on there.

I Don't Want To Play House - Tammy Wynette. I really like that song.

OK, so I caved in. The bastard's got me just where he wants me

That's harsh.

Well, I don't want to burst your bubble, but now haven't you landed yourself in a cake plate dilemna?

Ethereal double header whilst I concentrate. It worked - just solved that problem.

Unless that was some kind of living room show, that doesn't sound a very fitting turnout for his level of talent.

Sid Griffin - As Certain As Sunrise. one third poor. One third OK. One third pretty good.

Top of the morning to you. All bright eyed and bushy tailed here.

"You are awful - but I like you."

"You've all done very well" EDIT Shock horror! He's chairman of the company that owns most of the one I work for!

Up the Irish!

Once particular auntie-in-law were ever worse than the men. Gold teeth glinting as well as eyes. Much as I love you all, I much go now! Good night!

Still under control! I have drunk Russians under the table (Verbier New Year 1997 - soft lads my age, but some of the uncles-in-law were just too much in Kyrgyzstan. I can still see the glint in their eyes. Hard men indeed!). Official status: "Slightly merry". I don't drink often. I'd rather have a soft drink than an odd pint. But when the time and company is right, you've got to go all out. Also "Brahms and Liszt" = pissed

Tub = terrible waste. Are you thinking Who album cover? Fit for a king I tell you! I had beans on toast on Saturday. Sainsburys value own brand - 11p. Not your connoisseur sauce, but hits the spot.

I just sent a PM to Froggie, the gist of which is "I am a bit drunk". I think he may appreciate it. (I did make some spelling errors when typing that, but sensibility kicked in to pull me back from the brink) P.S. It's been a while since I have imbibed the vodka! P.P.S Ta ta!

My God, those people look like ants down there!

Hey, that's my job!

You can tell that Emmylou isn't Welsh - forced to the back, no ruck and maul skills there! Actually, I saw here at Cambridge when watching Eddie Reader from the VIP area at the side (all very low key, which was nice) a few hours before she went on. All I can say is: "the miracle of hairspray", even though I treasure her dearly. I know! We were told on our visit that we were very lucky not to have "The Fog" in attendance. We stayed with a guy (friends of our real friends, living down in Silicon Valley somewhere I forget) who, during Vietnam military service (he was a doctor) was stationed at

Chin chin

Donkey Hotey = Don Quixote, after Bobthingy's Man of La Mancha lyrics (which do bring a tear to the eye) Just checking