Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
In thy vats our cares be drown`d,
With thy grapes our hairs be crown`d:
Cup us, till the world go round,
Cup us, till the world go round!
Shakespeare, that. I added the last line. Right. Ok, then, I wish to thank… heartily… thank all those who deserve a damn good thanking for wished, sorry, wishing me Many Happery Turns and a Happy Birth. Birthday. Yesterday, I mean. It was yesterday. Fifty! Fucking fifty, Christ! Yes, well. Mah fellow bloggers and readers of lathophoberry dyspepsia, whatever the fuck it is!!! Thank you hugely all very intensely. Deeply. I mean that. YOU i (caps lock thingy stuck fuck it) mean you have no idea how appreciative it is. I am. For your wishes and that. ANYWAY! we We went to this Chinese restaurant where the waiter has a bum to get down on your two knees and thank God for, and the