....is finally upon us. Dare I say that the typical tippler rejoices as this dawns on us. BBQ nights on the terrace, suffused with enough alcohol to keep a distillery's profit in the green is what brings cheer to the Delhi worshippers of Baccus. I of course see no argument against that !
Consider the merits :
- the LoH has little argument against my reasoning "....if I don't, I'll catch a chill"
- the warm-up glass(es!!) of tipple after an evening round of golf is just another of the profound reasons to thank the stars "I drink, therefore I live" !
- the hard nipples shining through the PYT's dress at the next table at Claridges' lawns cruxes the deep sigh of complete satisfaction of a day well spent brunching (and bloody mary-ing, and guiness-ing, and champagne-ing !!)
- the scooped-out burnt Quorma at home still tastes good
That, my friends, is life.
The moving tippler tipples and having tippled, moves on.
Smokin' Joe
Monday, November 5, 2007
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