I am proud to say that yes I was completely bladdered and so keen to send a text that I didn't search my inbox properly and Andy received two messages (I think) from me!
I blame the England Rugby squad. If it hadn't been for that epic World Cup win and subsequent CA trip to Londinium to watch the parade (which of course I never actually made!!), I would never had cause to enter Monsieur Zarse's mobilly no. into my phone! Unfortunately, names are listed alphabetically so on the search, Andy comes up first and forgetting to scroll to find my mate in Madrid's no., hit send instead!!
I also blame the Oakham Ales "Bishop's Farewell" on offer at my favoured local establishment. £1.50 for a 4.8% job and, like my learned friend down south, had a bit of a thirst on on Friday! Having started at 7.30, we finally got kicked out at 11.30 and proceeded in a homeward direction, txting on the way!!
Having survived a strange incident with my keys, I finally got into the house, whereupon Andy decided to find out who this "cumu" was that kept texting him!
Now given the amount imbibed, we all know that drinking beer automatically disables our volume control and (according to the missus) I was shouting! She came downstairs unimpressed, at which point I bade Andy a very hasty farewell and curtailed the conversation! Apologies if I appeared a tad brusque ol' fruit!
And by the way ... if you ever do have cause to meet the wife, please don't mention "Sophie"!!!!
