Me and all my pals (pished posht with hiccups)

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Back from West End night with littlescot, or whatever Jim is clling himself these days. He got off the Heathrow flight at around 7.00, on it;s second try at touching down in Glasgow. We had some pretty damn good game pie at home, then headed to Byres Road to put the world to rights. It wnet roughlyy Wee Chip, Chip Upstairs, Brell, Jinty\s (the chargehand asked where I'd been hiding) and then Oran Mor, and then the stagger along the Great Wrstenty Road, with a stiop for Chicken Pakora. Jim is snoring in the chair oppisite, without spilling his drink, and I'm hiccuping aeway to Lyle Lovet. Things could ber worse,