This is the rest of the Honeymoon Blog from September 2006:
In a bid to be more cosmopolitan, Andrew drank Hunter S. Thompson in liquid form, this comprises of many shot in one pint glass and given the name of the great Gonzo writer. Andrew didn’t like it, drank it fast and saw cats in the carpet before chasing Carol down the hallways of the hotel going MIAOWWW, MIAOWWW, MIAOWWW. Bad kitty.
Andrew Oldham's Boneyard 