Monday 10 January 2011

31 Days

It's that special month again when the very serious corkscrew is put away in the cutlery drawer and that special pourer gadget that means not a drop of wine is spilt onto the exquisite Irish linen tablecloth is placed reverentially on the gadget shelf.
January is a long, long month dear reader.
Normal service should resume when The Intrepid One pitches up in his Land Rover, fresh from more African Adventures. Predicted arrival date is January 31st.
There are some upsides to this ghastly annual ritual but for the life of me I can't think of one.

7 comments:

Peter Ashley said...

I was wondering whether or not you were still undergoing the annual ritual of curling up in the foetal position on your terrace. I actually make a point of drinking more in January in some kind of recognition of your pain, and to build up to my birthday in early February.

Vinogirl said...

Ron, hang in there buddy...after all it is the 13th already!

Diplomate said...

Ron - I've a Barrel of Digfield's Foll's Nook on the kitchen table - I'll give it a bit of a pasting tonight by way of rubbing it in.

Ron Combo said...

Vinogirl would appear to be the only person with some compassion and understanding for a soul in crisis.

Affer said...

The 31st will be something; it'll be hold down the serving wench too....

Toby Savage said...

I'll make it a shade after Midnight to relieve your guilt. Pinky Bar?

Ron Combo said...

Pinky it is then.