Don’t know about you, but I’m stumbling through life like Oliver Reed on his way home from a dinner party at Keith Floyd’s house. It’s a grotesque spectacle, this wayward perambulation, marked by pratfall after idiotic pratfall.
But do I ever learn from my mistakes?
Only when it’s too late.
So, what have I learned today?
When you get so drunk you can’t remember that somebody threw a pint of lager over your jacket the previous night, it’s best not to wear the same jacket to work without first paying a visit to a Chinese laundry.
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