Wino Jo was in a terrible state this morning. When I came down the stairs he was sitting shaking and drinking a big mug of black coffee.
"I think I'm back on the drink," he said.
"Why's that?" I said looking into his battered tear stained face.
"I've taken a terrible kicking, I must have been pished as fuck last night. I don't remember a thing."
I felt terrible. The kicking was meant to put him in his place, not make him think he's having blackouts.
It's the The Raven Princess Spandex and Princess Cheetara's party tonight and now I can't bring Wino Jo and I can't leave him alone because he was telling me he was going to go and down a bottle of Joop.
Now I'm going to have to let Hot Baby Roy go on his own and fuck things up for us.
