I am more confident by the day that it is a short term deal. She gave me the speal on Friday night about her partner who is long term unemployed and is claiming disability for his bad back. He called around last night and looked like a complete leper.
The only thing to do is to get to the gym and sweat it out of you.
I didn’t booze all that heavily this weekend but I’m still woefully depressed. Unfair that.
Working out used to be my big cure but that’s not working at all lately. Perhaps a few hints might help tonight, although as Chris Moltisanti always said - there is no chemical solution to a spiritual problem.
10 days on the beer in Poland. Three dry days then followed by two days of beer in Belfast and one in Cork. Train journey back to Dublin today was horrible. The very thought of going back to work tomorrow is killing me.
If this guy is defrauding the state I hope you will do your civic duty, chewy!
She sounds like a bigger leper for putting up with him. Did you say she was the landlords daughter? All those ’ rebellious’ years closing in on her now and the realization that your man is a loser but yet, she still thinks she can change him.
By the way he walked up the stairs yesterday he didn’t look too mobile and looked like a right latchico. He was wearing a cardigan and had long hair tied back and a set of cheap glasses
Latchico is a great word. Never seen it written before. 
Didn’t particularly over do it this weekend, handful of pints Thursday and Friday, reasonable amount on Saturday and then around 5 imperial pints yesterday but for some reason I have an awful dose of the blues today. Can’t see any point in life. Can’t see anything to look forward to. Can’t get motivated to do anything. Fearful. Paranoid. Anxious.
Drank a lorry load of cans of cider yesterday and a few black and white russians. I’m out of my mind suffering here at the minute and have to go to work in a few minutes. I’m gone stone mad again lately after a relatively quiet few years. It’s a young mans game I’m afraid.
Drank 12 bottles of Leffe Blond on Saturday.
Wasn’t a bit hungover yesterday but today I am under a dark cloud. Glad I wore the slip-on’s today.
That’s good going, that stuff is 6.8% or so. I drank a few of the litre bottles one night and it didnt end well.
It was a long day CM. It kicked off at 3pm and ended at 2am with some form of Indian curry thrown into the mix around 8pm.
Threw a double Espresso into me there a few minutes ago and can see a bit of sunshine on the horizon.
Its lovely beer, I drank it years ago and somehow forgot about it in the meantime. I saw it on offer in my local off-license on Thursday night and made the purchase.
I first drank it on a weekend away to Brussels about 15 years ago. Went for a few ‘quiet pints’ in some pub near La Place, needless to say the rest of the day was a complete farce that ended in some Irish spot called La Celtica where I got a box in the ear from some Ex Pat for my troubles. Belgian Beer
Derived from leath tiocog meaning half bollock. One of the great Gaelic insults. Sometimes you’ll get a lad who’ll try and convince you that it is derived from latch and go meaning some class of a latch key kid, but that’s just bollocks.
Any night that ends in Celtica is a disaster. Have gotten a bad hop off the drink in Brussels on more than one occasion
First time I ever got a black out from drink was drinking Duvel in the manner and quantity that I drank Guinness back home. The last thing I remember was the feeling that I had lost control of my legs.
Ya my mate has a bar over there and he said there is no telling lads it’s not like getting a bottle at home
In fair bits today, half an hours sleep last night after a heavy session in Leeds
Maybe I should put this in the things that are wrong or things that are right thread but I brought a bird back to my hotel room last night and she asked did I want to do a line of coke off her tits. I turned down her offer as I have never done the stuff before but am regretting it somewhat as it was have been a fairly hardcore thing to have done
Christ you’re some waster. I’d do coke off Bandage’s tits for the sheer thrill of it, so I would.
You did the right thing puke, drugs are bad. In saying that tho you should have let her work away off your helmet and then let her go to town on it.
She did a couple of line off the table and i had no issue with that, didn’t bother me in the slightest truth be told.
+1.