(told to Dylan in a moment of despair (aka BOREDOM)
"... There was once was a girl called Rez. She wanted to make sure she was suitably drunk for the fireworks she hated ever so. But she was conflicted.. "I don't want to drink anymore calories!" huffed and puffed Rez.
"Aha!" she thought... "Vodka jelly! Jelly has no calories at all! AND! I'll substitute vodka for sambuca because it's ever so tasty".
Pleased with herself for thinking of such a brilliant idea, Rez trotted off to Tesco's. "What's this??? NO JELLY??". Dismayed, she left, empty-handed.
Never fear though, Rez cancelled her next lunch date in order to set upon Liverpool Street to get her mischevious hands on what she needed most....."
TO BE CONTINUED....
(EDIT: Part Two..)
"...As little Rez braved the cold, she and her friend Hayley skipped through the back alleys of Brick Lane. In and out of "offie's" they ducked, trying in vain to track down the jelly Rez so desired.
On just their second attempt Hayley cried out "I think I've found some!".
"Hooray!!" shouted Rez (forgetting her indoor voice for a moment) ... she was confronted with packets and packets of both orange AND strawberry jelly.
Rez's day had been made knowing there will be alcohol desserts for all."
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