Oh Jesus! It?s like my birthday party all over again. *Ducks behind the pastel-pink, armor-plated chaise lounge. (delivery from Argos last week. He didn?t just make ships you know)* Sorry Jah but you know what it?s like. You get in, your pineapple costume has been ripped in five places and the ringmaster has had it away with your ornamental banana tree. AGAIN! It is a situation that can only be solved by drowning one?s sorrows in the most expensive alcohol one can steel. *Spies a wayward bottle of Woodford Reserve and one of dulwichmum?s discarded feather boas under the chaise lounge* *Soaks boa in whiskey and stuffs it in the neck of the bottle. Sets it alight and lobs makeshift Kentucky Cocktail in the general direction of his aggressor.* *Ducks back down with fingers in ears, humming Little Deuce Coupe (amazingly managing the 3 way harmonies all on his own.)*