Red Leader: Enemy activity has been slight

This morning, I was found literally dead.

It was Cousin Trevor, in the library, with the bottle of brandy.

It really was. After a surprisingly good meal at a local hotel with Rubychoo's rellies, the ladies (Rubychoo) went home to referee the children, while the gentlemen repaired to the hotel's plush library with coffee and a bottle of most excellent brandy.

No one said you are supposed to stop drinking the brandy at some point.

I was merely acting within the rules and have done nothing wrong.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qy8Ysa-RD0U

Another Youtube song but this time, it means something.

This is the song of me and Rubychoo.

All the time I was married to someone else, this lyric kept me going.

The fab coincidence is that I was in a band with the Cock Robin drummer when I was in New York, and the producer of "When your heart is weak", Ron St Germain, was a man who really helped me get through all the New York shite.

"You can twist and turn but you won't get loose."

Yes.

Our 15th and "Crystal" wedding anniversary.

So, in accordance with the elemental and inevitable process of our world, things will go horribly wrong.

And so it came to pass.

Daughter is presently vomiting her stomach out in the bathroom.

I've just been to Strangebury's and, due to the unguarded use of a poorly-folded brolly, sent a couple of bottles of special-offer Shiraz crashing to the floor.

Rubychoo's desire to upload photos to her blog has been thwarted by virtue of my demented and almost crazed drive to clear the desktop of practically everything.

And the general feeling of being on the bridge of the Titanic post-iceberg while circling the Pit of Doom on a unicycle with my underpants on fire is impossible to avoid.

Still.

The trufax is that, despite all the twisted lunacy that representz what's left of my life, I still love her madly and, having overcome INSANE obstacles to be together, here we are.

15 years down the road and counting.

Here's to us, Rubes.

*accidentally falls over, sticks tongue in electrical socket, powers-down entire town and destroys internet*

Cheers, hon.

xxx