They all laughed, and Steve looked a bit sheepish. 'But I went out last week and got some of those frilly ones an' all, just for you mate.' He made a mock twanging sound on his leg and they laughed even louder. 'What about naked female yogurt wrestling? I could be the judge, of course, and…' 'Interesting, put that one down as a possibility,' John laughed. After three hours the long list they were there to brainstorm and compose had one illegible sentence on it. 'Isss a good plan,' slurred Dom. 'Isssa da dog's bollocks,' slurred Steve. 'Issssa naged flessyales yogerty bloop bloop stuff an' stuff,' slurred John, whose head hit the table where he sat, with a loud bonk. With the bright sun, some cheery vultures cooing and a mouth tasting like the bottom of a camel cage, the morning greeted John as the alarm shrieked at 9.56am, 'Jesus, my head….' Then the bells across the road started to clang and clatter. 'Jesus, my bloody head.' next »