Jill Y is going out for a drink with Scurvy Jane tonight. I'm not saying the scurvy one is a bad example but she's a bad example. She's one of our oldest friends and I love her like an enemy that you don't hate. She's one unique individual and is as different as a horse of a different colour. She can listen to Bon Jovi and not become mentally or physically sick and that's just plain weird. When they go out for the night, I always worry about them getting home safe although Scurvy Jane has her own little way of ensuring that all’s well that ends well: