Numericly speaking, i've only had eight....

...sure you have. Why do drunk people feel the need to tell you how much they've had to drink, as if it makes it better to know that they get drunk on so little.

And another thing, why do they insist in telling you that they are "alright now" or "fine" just after falling off furniture for the um-teenth time,fallen over,been sick?

YOU AREN'T FINE MY LAD!!!!!

This post is dedicated to the memory of the liver of a young lad named dean, who spent several hours on the floor of Raj's bathroom claiming: "i'll be ok if i just lie on the tiles for a bit".

Dean had fallen off an office chair, a kitchen chair and indeed a sofa, which is no easy task, even for the most disorientated liqured individual.

Anyhow, happy birthday Raj.


raj