I woke up this morning cringing from the memory of the crap I came out with at last night’s party that a Tiger friend had invited me to. Hardly comforted by the fact that most of what I said was astrologically accurate; it was, at the same time wholly inappropriate and on occasions, out rightly rude. But I was completely unaware because I had a captive audience that was excited to hear what the inebriated psychic had to say about their astrological combination, their partners’, children and what their cards said… So I told them. I’m honest anyway, but when plied with an ample supply of cocktails, even when I’m right, I’m just wrong maaaaan!