Bruce fibbed: > May you be forgiven. The very last time we met, you were slumped under > a towpath hedge swigging something red out of a bottle - couldn't see > what it was, the brown paper bag was in the way, and the slipping false > teeth made it even harder than usual to understand you. > > Mr Holt was a witness to this Bacchanale, as I recall. > > :-}}}}}
I have always realised that you suffered from a tendency to exaggerate, but now I realise you suffer from hallucination also. Please do go and get yourself checked out, as all your friends (OK, that's an exaggeration on my part because the noun shouldn't be plural) want you to get better (especially your saintly wife Sheila) ;-)))) Roger nb veryconcernedforyourdeterioratingSanity ;-)
