Henners! Henners!
Get a grip my Lordship and for gods sake don't drink it. Look what it did to the mad xylophone player from mars.

I had no idea that the xylophonist astronomer was a connoisseur also of fizz. Even he, I suggest, would not consider the terroir of Mars suitable until he had had it tested. I don't think he was from there, just that he would have liked to go there.

I have received no requests from either Abi or Charlie. Is there something artistically unappealing about my genitalia?

Nor will you.
One presumes.

Well. It is one explanation.

Had a heavy weekend of drinking, no bubbles, and I feel a dammed sight better than I have in a long time. Bubbles is bastards.
Agree or otherwise.

Depends at which end the bubbles are featuring.

Top end, fine (and did some lunching Friday).

Bottom end, suggest porta and bothiebathjuice bad for gut flora/fauna (and any planned appearances at The Mistral, Shittam upon Peas should be postponed until the problem has passed).

(How's Tmac, bugger didn't leave any batteries with the Brightstar).

Check there's a bulb in it.
Tmax is surrounded by empty tubes of Germoline and Sudocreme. Leave him alone you big bully.

Of course there's a bulb in it. I can hear it rattling about when I shake it.

Bully? It's not me with the four rings.