Rock'n'Roll lifestyle

I was so pissed last night I didn’t know if I was Benny or Jenny. 
Thankfully I became ‘pleasant drunk Rory’ so Philippa is still speaking to me.  I shouted at her once, apparently, when she was driving home and I insisted she was going the wrong way. It seems I’d completely forgotten that I moved house over a year ago! When we got in I told her I wanted to sleep under the stars and spent ten minutes trying to throw our bedding out of the window. Then I curled up on the kitchen floor and asked why the tiles were all moving in different directions. It took her an hour to undress me and help me into bed. Bless her, she does put up with some shite from me sometimes. But I have to put up with a lot of shite from her too, so I guess it evens itself out and I don’t have to feel too guilty. 
This morning I found a hand-scribbled note stuck to the bathroom door on which I’d written: “Idea for album title - NEVER AGAIN”
At least I think that’s what it said. Much of it looked like a combination of hieroglyphics and spilled ink.

RC 25-8-13