Book Club

Is this the only one with alcoholic fag smoking addictions as a requirment of membership. We go we drink we talk we drink we talk we drink we smoke we drink we smoke until we cant talk and then we go to the strip bar across the road. On this basis book club has been going along fine for years, good books are chosen and good debate is had.

All this once a month and now? well now we have to read fucking Hobbit as well. This really is too much of an interuption of the smoke and the drink and the smoke and the drink.

The frowns and displeasure for not reading the books, ( as with not drinking and not smoking) are worse than the hangovers so you just have to give in to it all. Fortunately my copy of the Hobbit ended rather abruptly somewhere in the village by the lake ( a dodgy amazon purchase) and I will never know what happened to the furry little fellow and his short and grumpy companions.

Anyway C may not bring the bee sting lip gloss of last time out so we can avoid the thrill seekers dissappearance to the toilet to apply it to their more sensitive parts (done to establish whether it would have the same effect on size as it reputedly does on lips!) it apparently does not or at least cannot reverse the impact of several bottles of fine burgundy on the scale point.

I will report again on Thurday the results of this months literary extravaganza. Until then blogs away... Brian