The Last Straw

Evening all.

Am over in Manchester celebrating the ascent into adolescence of my god-daughter.

Currently we are playing Jelly Bean Roulette with a packet of obnoxious tasing or pleasant tasting beans. So far, i seem to have drawn the hugely short straw and have spat out a snot flavoured one, a rotten egg one, a mouldy cheese flavour one, a skunk scent one and a vomit flavoured one....
If it wasn't for the huge quantity of Guiness i'm consuming i think i'd have been sick about half an hour ago.

The more observant of you will have noticed that this is not a picture of a 13 year old girl with a scraggy beard and a middle aged spread, it is however the god daughter's father who has just stormed out of the room in an effort to get to the bathroom before his bowels explode...

Happy days.

Night all

Marillion