ReconstructionIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times down at the All-New Club Derrig.
There we were - slurping up our drinks - when all of a sudden I went totally Kirk Douglas and managed to cover the rather over-imbibulous Genius Amanuensis with the contents of his own glass of top quality vin.
Fortunately for him, and not so for me, he had a second glass on the go and responded in a swiftly revengeful and unecessary manner, dousing yours truly to immense proportions.
Never have I been so old a soak. Be-drenched with inundation doesn't even cover it.
Mind you, it did put the orgy-tastic behaviours on the next sofa into proportion.
The laundry bill is in the post!
