Amongst incomplete memories that precede terrible hangovers, some of my fondest are from JFK's.
- The first aider dressing a wound on my hand and telling me that the only reason it was bleeding so profusely was that I'd been drinking. "That makes sense" I said "alcohol is an anti-coagulant". She replied "I wouldn't know about that love, but it thins the blood".
- A very attractive young woman walking past my friend and I, and once she
was gone, my friend conspiratorially (and yet proudly) telling me "I caught
scabies off her".
- A female friend of mine falling down drunk so suddenly that it looked either as though she'd been shot my some unseen marksman, or she was a tree that had just been felled for her valuable timber.
Richard "Too old. Too old to begin the training" B