You may be wondering about the sudden end of my Drinkalongathon post. There's an explanation. You decide if it's s good one.
My stinking cold took control around lunchtime, leaving me flat out on the settee, sniffling and feeling rather sorry for myself. Just as well I was feeling sorry for myself. I got no sympathy from the heartless beasts who share this house with me.
My sincerest apologies for the untimely demise of the Drinkalongathon. I'll try to do better next year.
Look what I found. - Kerry Bryne, who writes about food and drink for the Boston Herald (the perfect home for a crazed right winger) and is also the self-described “potentate” ...
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