He does happen to know a thing or two about the effects of finely brewed fluids. While watching IPL last evening with friends we were joined by a few new acquaintances who could best be described as having a multi-coloured personality, finely brewed quality but on the downside are definitely of a slippery and influential nature.
The last bottle of Vino from the Paris trip was polished off without me losing my absurd mastery over gravity. But 2 shots of Glenfiddich 12 later, I was on a flight flying back to gay Paree lying sprawled on the living room floor.
And “allegedly” I “destroyed” Buddy. But I have no memory whatsoever of anything. So I’m not gonna believe a thing.