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Last night, when we arrived home after spending time with friends in the pub, I had a great idea for a post. It was genius. I remember thinking "Wow, that's going to be so brilliant I think I might self combust from the cleverness of me !". Or something like that.

Can't remember what the idea was. It was probably a wine-fuelled failure of an idea anyway.

On another occasion at a party with friends, and wine or beer or some such thing, a group of us discovered the meaning of life. We talked about it for hours, everything so clear, we were going to sort out our lives and find true, deep happiness. Then we were going to tell the world so everyone could live happy lives. Revolution, man. Not one of us could remember what the hell it was next day. Oh we tried, we tried really hard to remember. Perhaps we did truly find the meaning of life and we forgot because ...... well we were drunk. I was going to make up some lofty reason, no one's supposed to find enlightenment at that stage of their lives, blah blah blah but the truth is we were drunk and probably gibbering about nothing important at all. After some booze we probably became convinced that the meaning of life was something to do with the cat's tail or something just as stupid. Although ........ no one ever asked the cat, and he was sober. Hmmmmm.........