Shiny, Shiny, Shiny

But not boots of leather. No.

On Saturday, before my sudden ailment and propensity to abrupt falls, our good friend Milly Pav came round for Tea. It was not before long however that the Fuckwits, Dean and Nikki, were on the phone. They were in the Jolly Farmers with the Orphan and Mute Boy (Have you been introduced?)and demanded our immediate presence.

To begin with we were rather unamused at the interruption, but as we are made of sterner stuff we made our way through the bleak mid winter weather and joined them at the pub.

Now, Dean, Nikki, Orphan and Mute Boy had been on it all night and as a result were as lively as corpses, occasionally talking complete shite, and sometimes some sense. Eryc arrived and we left the bitter cold garden and made the snug our own.

Our good friend Milly Pav decided that entertainment was the order of the day and proceeded to dance in a lively fashion whilst singing 'Erotic, erotic, rub your hands all over my body!'. He raised his leg onto the table and rubbed it suggestively then capered off to rub himself up and down the wall, all the while singing 'Erotic! Erotic', I really had never seen such a fine example of erottering.

'He'll be laughing in the morning', muttered Dean, 'last time he did that we had to fish out the Deep Heat'.

Erotic indeed.