29 January 2010
One Score and Four, Hour Fifteen: Wherein Likely Has A Drink
2:00am, 29th of January, 1891.
WHILE PANDEMONIUM reigned around me, I took the opportunity to have a sneaky drink from an open bottle of wine that happened to be on a table beside me. I thirstily knocked back its contents, which, happily, turned out to be most of a bottle’s worth.
It was bloody LOVELY, and just what I ruddy needed. Ah, alcohol, I thought as I felt its warmth fill my body. Let us never be apart again.
Now, back to the problem at hand…whose hat had the bomb ‘neath it? Mr. Spitts, or Mr. Swallows?
THINK, Likely…THINK…just need to come up with a plan, then shpring into action. Spring. Spring into action, I thought, correcting myself.
- Lord Likely.