DrKimDavies

After watching the 3 hour version of Jack and the bean stalk, I waited patiently for the party to arrive. It was to be my mate Gaza and his mate Ra to take me out on the town for a night of Byron mahem. At 8 I started sinking the beers, the tequilla, the frangellico dipped icecreams, and by 10 I was wondering where the party was at. Midnight rolls around and I am almost ready for bed, when the dudes rock up. I was so close to cancelling, but when the next round of goodies arrived, I was there happily to drink the red wine away. We chatted, we bantered, we listented to music and almost went out on the town. Alas town was beyond our reach, as the forbidden hour of 3am rolled around. I tried to share my little movies with them , but after a weekend of no sleep the lads were in no fit state to appreciate their full artistic integrity. And asleep they did fall. Which leaves me here now on this night of reckless abandon bright eyed and mateless, to share my latest insights to the world of Kim. Riveting I am sure.

Perhaps I can go back to working on the spaceship. Perhaps its back to the house hunting for next weeks move. Perhaps I have just wasted another entry on my meaningless existance here for no-one in particular to muse upon and wonder - why did I bother.