It's Thursday, which strictly speaking makes it a week since I was at The Dudes fancy dress disco at the Royal British Legion Club in Ballymoney. It has taken me until now to recover.
I went as a cowgirl with a super soaker instead of a cold 45 strapped to my ample waist. Annie get your gun and all that.
The Dude was dressed as a large yellow feathered thing. I was confused as Katrina is the Chick. I may have been drunk as a skunk. Hang on a MO! I was drunk as a skunk. Thankfully I'm the only one native to Ireland. Skunk that is.
I can't thank Joe enough for mopping me up and delivering me home. If not for him I could still be walking in the direction of the hills.
It's a pity there wasn't a better turn out for such a good cause. Sign of the times I guess.
Apathy is settling in, in all walks of life. Voting, charity, protecting the environment, neighbourhood watch et al.
Mother Nature is trying to tell us something. Not that anyone is listening. It is easier to ignore what is going on than to get off our asses and do something positive.
Mankind is like a runaway train. Picking up speed and about to hit a very hard wall.
We all think we are bulletproof ... Or hope we are. What if we aren't?
Oh well. I guess we will never know. Thwack and we're gone.
The Earl of Belmont sends his compliments to Ms Mad Mandy and wishes her a speedy recovery.
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