» Sleepwalking

Uncle Mo
my uncle Morris drank a bottle of whisky every day. After 14 stokes and his house burning down to the ground we kind of thought fuck it, he deserves to drink.

Anyway, the fact his liver and brain were both pickled, he regularly was found wondering around the garden/house/sports field at the back of the house at various times of day or night.

One of his best was taking a piss in my airing cupboard one night. by morning the smell was pretty bad, and my best white towels never went near my face again.

Another favourite was taking my doberman "for a walk" on saturday mornings, wearing dressing gown and slippers, to the sports field behind my house. My dog loved playing inter village football, but no-one else seemed to find it very funny.

Poor old uncle mo is now drinking whisky in heaven, so look out if it starts raining.
(Tue 28th Aug 2007, 16:24, More)