forkandles

Yesterday was a lost day on account of sampling different brands of rum at the funky munky on Fri night, where Brokenhouse and Pearlbass were DJ-ing. It was a good night, shame more folk couldn't make it out there though. I began to flag at around 12.30 & got the night bus(es) home via Aldwych (I think). Conveniently, as I got off the bus from Camberwell a Wimbledon-bound bus showed up. It's a good thing it terminated there because I was fast asleep & had to be woken by the driver. Tolworth at 1.30 am is not to my fancy. Then after being around the house almost right as rain on Sat morning I was suddenly taken - er - ill and slunk back to bed via the bathroom. I love rum but think I'll have one or two less next time. As a consequence of being in bed most of the day, once I did get up properly I didn't want to retire at my usual time so spent almost all night on the computer.
And I think I cracked my right hand middle finger last time i was in the Ship, about a month ago. I was keeping time to a G&R song, over-enthusiastically, on a bar stool: I can remember the exact moment when pain went through my hand. I didn't lose any mobility in it but the middle joint still hurts & there is a hard lump on the bone near the knuckle. Seems little point in going to the doctor as it's not deformed & is hardly a major surgery job or life-threatening. It's odd what seems like a good idea when you've had a few & are in a happy mood. DUH!

Never mind, eh.