Friday, September 07, 2007

HBH 44

Drinking till small hours,
To forget the march of Time.
More birthday numbness.

6 comments:

Froog said...

It's a measure of how drunk I was (AM) that I thought that last line was a neat pun on 'Birdie Num-Num'.

Reference, anyone?

The British Cowboy said...

Peter Sellers in The Party...

Froog said...

Ah, well done,BC. An unregarded classic.

Anonymous said...

Surely it's not already your birthday? I thought we had at least a month to go before "another birthday to remember" for which everyone gets too drunk to remember anything came back around.

or maybe this is a haiku resurrected from past years? in anticipation of the upcoming occasion?

and of course, no clue who Peter Sellers in the Party is. maybe will wikipedia.

Anonymous said...

ummm...i have reason to believe that it can't possibly be your birthdy...so who's are you celebrating?

Froog said...

It was the b'day of an American dude called Jesse. I completely missed him, unfortunately. He'd retired wimpishly early - with his new girlfriend. Cherchez la femme.

I caught up with The Choirboy and The Bengali in the The Yacht Club, thoroughly lashed, around 1am. And stayed till nearly 3.