Saturday night and S. and C., (no longer "The New Man", eh C?) are round to help us demolish steaming bowls of chilli. Now maybe it was the nachos starters? Possibly the 'rack of garlic bread' that accompanied the chilli? Shurely not the litres of
Banrock Station we swigged?
But even with the aid of an empty wine bottle and cruet set (cruet set - how quaint!) - none of us could put out a coherent explanation of what caused an eclipse of the moon?
So we staggered out into the garden at the appointed time of 1.00 a.m., convincing ourselves several times that the wisps of cloud drifting across the sky was The Actual Event occurring before our very eyes.
Whatever. Back indoors and another red has miraculously disgorged its cork - yahoo!
Keep the Moon. Bring me more wine!
# posted by Mr.D. @ 6:33 PM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
