Re: A Christmas Story
Will you look at the state of this place. Spilled wine, ripped wrapping paper, and trampled party hats all over the floor.
There are snores coming from under the chrymble tree in the corner, one male and two female.
There are also discarded garments of a ladies nether regions amongst the detritus on the floor, and a bra hanging from the chandelier, size 15 1/2. (I measured one of the cups with my bowler hat and doubled the value to get that number.)
Someone has posted pics of the night's events on fakebook and instagranny, whatever that is, as well as tw@tter and trapadvisor. There are even some polaroid images of , um, large acres of derrier flesh, stuck on the walls with what smells like brandy butter.
There is also one picture of what I thought was a train tunnel, but on closer inspection I can see it is a lady's décolletage viewed in close-up.
I have no idea what happened last night, but the menagerie manager isn't happy and is threatening to keep the deposit if the mess isn't cleared up soon.
He had several complaints from other guests about bawdy songs being sung off key. He was particularly vociferous about the 42 verses of The Ball of Kerrymuir, all sung loudly and off key, that his night staff and other guests had to endure.
I'm off back to light up the engine firebox. The train leaves atone on the dot, well, when everyone is on board at any rate.