Mr and Mrs Northface last to book
Yogi your on the emergency camp bed
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Away in a Camp-Bed
No crib for yogi's bed
The little Lord Yogi
Couldnae Lay down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He Didnae Lie
The little Lord Yogi
Asleep in his ain bed
The Tossers are lowing

(Aye and it's too Feckin Loud)


The poor Forry awakes
But little Lord Yogi
No crying He makes...
I love Thee, Lord Yogi
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Yogi,
I ask Thee to git-tae
Away Fi me forever
And love me I pray
Bless all the dear Tossers
In Thy tender care

And take us to The chemist
To get nurofen there
Away in a Manger (Camp-Bed)
think I've had one too many pint's o Gin+Tonic - Whatton's recepie of course...
See Attached:
Get a lime or lemon and slice it into sixths length wise. Stick it in the freezer. Let it freeze.
Take a big tall glass, at least half a pint.
One third fill with fresh lump ice and two of your frozen lime/lemon segments.
Fill with gin to the top of the ice with either Bombay Sapphire, Gordon's or Greenall's gin.
Open a new bottle of Shweppes tonic (not that slimeline piss), must be straight from the fridge not off the shelf. Fill to the top of the glass.
Sit down, exhale and drink. Drunk at the same speed as you would the same quantity of beer will make your night a blur of freezer visits
L8R