Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

So last evening, a little before I was aiming to leave the office, romney phoned to announce that he had potentially secured supplies of the fabled Mushroom Ketchup. In fact there they were on the shelf in front of him and should he buy them?

Well, yes, he should. Of course he should.

This all lead to me scuttling into the West End at short notice and and meeting up at The Angel for a pint and to take delivery of the ketchup. I may have still been there at closing time, and I may have got home just after midnight.

I am clearly not as used to BOOZE as once I was since there is mild squiffiness this morning...

I have just discovered that the Swedish variant of mulled wine is called Glögg.

Glögg is a far better name than mulled wine and from now on I shall be calling it by that name.

That is all.