In longitude tho' sorely scanty,

Today's Blip comes to  you a day late, because I've been in bed til 4pm this afternoon. 

Last night was our works' Christmas night out.  And a very successful night out it was too.  somewhere over 50 of us,  gathered at the Brig of Doon - the location for the Burn's Poem Tam O Shanter...  Tam races across the Brig on his horsey Meg; to escape the witches and warlocks who are dancing at the Alloway Kirk.

There were no witches or warlocks last night... just a lot of very drunk us.    Himself and I decided to excuse ourselves when himself decided to be a little worse for wear.   We called on our Personal Taxi Service, Ms Toolibelle Taxis.   And she raced into action. 

Her amazing skill in stopping the car to allow her dad, to erm, "take a break", was astounding; as were my skills in cleaning the interior of the car when we got home. 

There are pictures of last night, smiley and happy people, but as we walked along the road to find Tooli Taxis, this etching caught my eye and reminded me just how amazing a wordsmith Mr Burns was. 

And then today, Himself demonstrated his own skill with words.  

Whilst the two of up lay prostrate on the sofa recovering, from the excesses, watching "Not Going out",  I asked him, as the couple on the tv did; "what colour are my eyes",  He looked at me in abject horror and said "I don't know.... and then recovered amazingly by saying, "when I look in your eyes, I'm looking at you and your soul, not your eyes. 

Pah ha ha  I was too exhausted to slap him.