Been up all night drinking to drown my sorrows down

This morning I had a call from Linda Evans of Dynasty fame, who wanted to know how many stuffed chickens I had left.
Three, I said, and a pheasant.
Great, I'll take them all.

So that's strange celebrity encounter number two in the last week, the first being my baseball faux pas

And this means that the stuffed chickens are all gone, at least until we get more of them.