Susan, that delightful friend of good Billy, did take me upon an exploration of the gallery nam'd CCA, to be found well within the city walls of fair Glasgow. And, that very evening, a mass of gentle folk 'twere there to drink and revel in celebration. At length, I was inform'd that a novel exposition of art works, christen'd Lost Ark, had appear'd and thus drew this learn'd mob like some tidal force of His making. Little in the gallery was familar to my eyes, save the pervert'd forms of animals shap'd by these artisans. One great beast, it must be said, held my admiring gaze, 'twas nam'd Spacemonkey I believe and did surely call to tender thought mine own most belov'd courtier. We supped and at length our party moved on to a most agreeable hostelry known to all as the Variety. Sir, two youths of courteous spirit there did play fine jigs and at no cost to us, one charitable fellowe's name was Jilkes, the other Hatch.
To Lidl. Sir, I am certain that you are acquaintÕd with that good shoppe Kwik Save but I must entreat you to spy a wider horizon still, and get thee to a Lidl. Why, in this wondrous hall of delight, one's purse is never, never light. Good wine and ale spill o'er the shelves, each nam'd so sweetly tis poetry. Fink Brau Lager. Rachmaninoff Vodka. SurferÕs Coconut Light Drink. Music, such music. We purchas'ed much and so, replete, adjournÕd to our lodgings where, good Sir, I must confess to taking two quarts or more of that medicinal cocktail, Surfer's and sweet Fink Brau. In this manner we raged and rail'd throughout the night.
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