A night in Kalamazoo

I was so keen to get into some beer (notwithstanding the lack of a bottle opener – will I never learn – it’s one of my life’s necessities), that I improvised with some nail clippers.

5 minutes and 1 skinned knuckle and a set of busted clippers later, I was in. Fried chicken with ale and some sushi with merlot to be healthy. The Guvnor will be well pleased with me…


I fixed the nail clippers. They live to fight another day. Another day, another bottle. Call me Hunter S Thompson…

Posted on March 29, 2013, in Horse racing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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