The Royal Visit: Official Report
H.R.H. arrived at Scholss Ronno wi' the rain running out of the arse o' his breeks. A quick shower and some Jimmy Duncan The Butcher's first class streak pie and we were ready for drink to be drunk and shite to be blethered. A nice wee Unterberg settled the guts after oor tea then we started on the bier.
A couple of bottles of Bellheimer Silber Pils and then it was down to some serious drinking. Johnny was on the JW Green Label and I was on the Dalwhinnie (until it ran oot) and then the Highland Park.
I then thought that I'd introduce HRH to Williams schnapps. 43% with a bit of bite and a lovely pear (or is it petrol?) aftertaste. You have to knock them back in a "oner".
It's the only way...
Prost!
"Did I tell ye the wan aboot..?"
"Aye...several times..."
Christine went to her bed about midnight but me and Johnny stayed up, putting the world to right until 2 a.m. (ish). We had finished the whole bottle of schnapps. No mean feat.
Johnny then proceeded to keep my missus awake half the night shouting in his sleep and staggering aboot looking for the toilet. Er...I didnae hear any of this.
We got up at 8.30 this morning as we'd to take Johnny up to Wormit to pick up Tash's new bike. He was offered bacon and eggs but opted for coffee and a fag. "A Hoor's Breakfast" according to Christine. Must be a Methil saying...
I reckon that Johnny might have elected for the "visor fully open" style of riding on his way north
T'wiz a guid night
Ronno
P.S. Tash, Your new bike was looking a lot better than yer man when I left them at Wormit...