Magic

Went back to the Toy Bar last night after hitting up most of a bottle of gin. There was a professional magician there, doing absolutely incredible tricks and at some stage of the night we started doing shots where the bartender would make one of the four shots 97% instead of 46%. Just like Russian Roulette, but with a more painful morning after.

Somehow, this morning my living room is occupied with a Terminator 3 poster that is taller than me and has flashing red and blue leds where the eyes are. Erm, yeah. If the police turn up, I’m playing dumb.

At some stage I shall whinge about the incredibly inane conference we had to sit through this week and post some photos, right I go back to bed, the sun hurts my eyes.

Posted in Mwah on Saturday November 15, 2003.