I have survived yet another foray into the regions of excess, namely, my uncle's 100th birthday bash. There were several woman to every bloke and a few red faces when tales of yesteryear were recounted. A good laugh was had by all except for the small minority who looked as though they had just been to a bible presentation ceremony - and even they had loosened their drawers by midnight.
You know what these family get togethers can be like. I wasn't confident that I would be there very long - an hour at most - but thing gradually warmed up and only ended when we staggered out in the early hours. I glanced back at my esteemed uncle who was draining his umpteenth pint of lager.
Yes chaps...I'm looking forward to my eventual Queen's birthday greeting card, personally signed by Her Majesty. Or will it be His Majesty by then?
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
