It is my New Years Resolution to enter myself into rap battles.
Not really, but that would be good if it was. Anyway, I spent Hogmanay and its surrounding hours in the beautiful seaside town of Anstruther and as a result may have forgotten the finer details of my pledge for the past few days.
This just shows how much of a jolly time I had over this past weekend or so; the gentle folk of Fife welcomed me into their Kingdom with such open arms that I quite forgot to make mental notes of it all. However, a special mention goes to the conversation I unwillingly became part of, in the wee hours of the 1st, which detailed the sex lives of two or three pensioner ladies – no amount of mulled wine could remove that one from my memory. I think there was a toast to a bed in the house which had concieved and given birth to three generations of the owner’s family. “It’s not the same mattress, mind…”
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
