BEANS & BOOZE

So everything packed in boxes, bags, holdalls , suitcases, there's nothing left save one pan, a tin of beans and whisky & gin galore. It may be a 'windy' night but we'll be to drunk to care.
My Mothers words of advice I sat on her knee as a wee nipper "remember son, every man loves the smell of his own fart".....trouble is the wife is sitting beside me And even devotion has it's limits!