A night in a bordello (all quiet on the western front)

oh dear where to start , where to go , and how to finish.... we had been planning this for months and it ended up like a botched CIA operation only in the execution of our travel plans, i had it down to the last minute and after several hours of farcebook the wife swings into action and as usual  runs into last minute hiccups like getting dressed putting shoes on you know the ones but we made it to the bus stop with 60 seconds too spare and lo and behold it was my favourite bus driver (see previous blog) we chilled we calmed down , well until i called the wife Ma Clampett (can't really see the issue there) we arrived on time and limped towards our first pub and that's where it all started going wrong for me from that point on i had a number of people talk to me with regards blogging and I feel that i painted myself into a corner with all my bullshit, there will be a few annoyed boys and girls in the morning because i ain't gonna give all the details away in this blog these are meant to be short and sweet(ish) a mere taster and to be honest to do it justice i want to sit down and give at least 2000 words lets just say there was mention of shrapnel , gout, Potatoes and other things to do with hobbits Led Zeppelin was slagged off much too my delight and the wife had (for once ) a really good time all in all some cunning plans and some offers of help and just a little chat about the FBI red necks and wine sniffing if you want to see the full version wait until the new book comes out (soon) although i was immobile for most of the evening i still had a great time and talked bullshit (because I'm good at it) for most of the evening so until the next time Toodles .....there really will be death threats after this one ......oh and if your interested in the new book the title for the chapter about tonight will be called the bay of pigs ....go figure!