...[snip]... but have plenty of time around those
that I plan to use to soak more alcohol and get back in touch with the
regular London crew.
That's what you think but by the time the Ritz and I are done with you you'll be so full of alcohol that when they do the autopsy they won't find any blood in your body to measure your blood/alcohol level. This weekend, if anyone wants to drink in London, they'll have to squeeze it out of you... literally... and by then if I'm not passed out choking on my own vomit I might even have a second beer... ;)
