Blimey. It’s been a long old time since any of us went nuts, bananas, crackers, or any mixture of the three. Hell-raising has become as frequent as a new hair-style on Duncan Goodhew’s bonce. No Sleep Until Brooklyn has become No Sleep Until Bedtime.
It’s well documented that the Hospitality Industry has borne the brunt of much of the economic impact of the Pandemic. Bars are Barred. Clubs are Closed. Campari has gone Safari.
Its been painful for all of us. Lockdown or Locked Up, and more Tiers than you’d see on Liz Taylor’s Wedding Cakes (all seven of them), its hard yards for 65m Brits from Thurso to Truro.
But not for much longer. There’s a way out of this mess, and its coming your way. Pretty soon, a prick will save us all; thank Elvis for the vaccine!
And it is this tipping point that allows the thought of Yours Truly to embrace a return to the nights of Chaos and Mayhem that await! My Post-Pandemic Party Poppertunities are laid out right here; treat it as a framework for your own return to merry madness!
The World Didn’t End After All…, so my liver cries “Drink, Damn You!”…, and who amI to argue?
Here’s what I’ll be getting up to after my little prick is administered…