hindsight

well, judging by last night's posting, i was pretty pissed. thankfully not as pissed as a friend of mine who left an (accidental) message on the phone at 1.20am this morning.

we'll call him "prummer" to protect the innocent.

anyhow, the tournament was fun while it lasted, and the liver has time to re-couperate in time for the next excuse to venture into the beer stained landscape of edinburgh's pubs.

temperance suddenly holds some appeal.