Went out for a few beers with Bridie, Wayne and Hippy for St Patrick's Day.

Was pretty good, didn't get lashed but did fall asleep propped up against Bridies kitchen door watching the 13th warrior, scraped myself over to a couch that was about 16inches to short for me to sleep for four hours, interspersed with cats attacking me, it was a pretty awful nights sleep all and all. So, got up and wandered home down a very  'chilly' chilli road at 7 this morning.

Was having a chat with Bridie about a lass that I thought was bonny.

'Oh she's taken'

'Ah well looks like I'm dying alone then.

'Don't be silly...'

'.... In fact, I probably won't die alone'

'Whys that then?'

'I'm a suicide bomber'