A little pick me up ....
When I was at a tender age, I could party non stop.
There would be brief spells of unconsciousness, but a hearty liquid breakfast would see me up and rocking again.
Now, alas, there are brief spells of partying and longer spells of unconsciousness.
This is a shame.
Whats the point of having a hobby if you keep nodding off all the time ?
I'm obviously out of condition.
Perhaps I need to give one of those Tour de France people a ring.
If I got caught up in a blood doping scandal, I wouldn't muck about riding bikes up mountains.
Waste of a good scandal.
It would be the fleshpots & vice dens of State Highway 3, for this raver ...