Gee! A forumite after HO's ambitions,

What did u okes braai then?
Let's divide this day into two segments, the normal segment, before Morty went to bed, 14x440ml beer
Segment two, the relapse, fekkit I cannae sleep, HO snoring part, 10h13 , Nam time, The Moose awakens, within twenty minutes, with the skill of an eskimo, he ignites a midnight fire, manages to crack two x 440ml beers down as the warm east wind breezes through his remote desolate township.....the wood crackling, no eskom lights ignited, he feels closet to his maker than on a normal night, his bluetooth earphones streaming simon&garthfunkel, The Boxer........ He takes a stiff sip of his ice cold ale, wishing he had a few mates sitting with him to talk the night away... Deep down , he knows he shall be calling Glasgow, within the hour...