So. The Tanqueray did the trick last night.
All I remember was walking into a flat occupied by Paul and Heather and the baby and a nanny.
Heather seemed to pay a lot of attention to me. She went so far as to invite me to dinner.
She whipped up an interesting stew consisting of Kidney Beans, Artichoke Hearts and squash.
For some reason Paul wasn't fond of me being there.
All I remember thinking while having dinner with the McCartneys' was that I hoped for Gods' sake that Heather wasn't going to take off her fake leg.
Then I woke up.
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