Regular blog readers who follow the blog with the passion of 1,000 romantic novels will know that yesterday Paddy (what sort of a name is Paddy?! He's not Irish!) made some pretty dirty remarks about me. He told you all that I would get "rascally drunk" last night and that I would be "terribly hungover" whilst writing this, false and false. I was outraged at Pat's attempt to sully my name with claims which had no backing. He lied to you with the only result being a diminishing amount of respect from the blog reading public to me. I will tell you right now that the only think I got "rascally drunk" on was rhythm, funk and boogie. Because woooowwwweee was I pulling off some swagalicious dance moves. Never before have a been so willing to wow the adoring masses* with a lethal cocktail of bad dance moves and gut busting energy. Now to put to bed the claims about Pointon being "terribly hungover", as a good friend Paddy should know that I don't get no hangovers. I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy and began watching Novak vs. Rafa on telly. I wanted the sexy Spaniard to win.
And just so you know, as I'm sure that you care, Paddy did turn up to the party in the end. He even gave me a lift home the little sweet heart, I guess he just felt guilty for his slanderous comments.
*There was always at least a couple of other folks I was dancing with.
Alex, I am forced to point out that there were no lies from me (Paddy), I just made assumptions saying you would "likely be" rascally drunk and "probably" be hungover. There was no slander, merely naive assumptions, so I'd appreciate if you apologised for accusing me of slander.
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