Too Wrecked to Wreck

I've developed one of those hacking coughs that drive people to murder and I'm GLAD; it settles the question of going on That Bloody Boat. I've had enough misty night air for a tacky old Hammer film.
Oddly, it had just occurred to me that you can actually sit on the top deck to look at London etc, instead of batting round the *Discotheques* all night going stir crazy.
Thats the trouble with boat parties - they dictate when you leave.
Beautifully, you can run out of Slimes.

Here are some things sent by deltress

HOW THE "CREDIT CRUNCH" WILL AFFECT BRITAIN