Week 8 completed, at a wedding yesterday(jesus it’s a long day when you’re not drinking). Championship tonight then I shall break out in a big way. I hope the local coppers have the forsight to bring in reinforcements.
God help the town.
The spare room is always a good choice in such circumstances
Had 6 pints last night, home by half 1 and no nightclub.
Result: Fine
Just goes to show that there is nothing wrong with Hugh Heinz
Haven’t been off the booze per say, but have only had the odd few drinks over the past 3 weeks but going to cut loose tonight. Hopefully on the back of a championship win. I fuckin love pints after winning a championship game.
But framer you on about about a decent night there, about the optimum amount of drinking IMO. When you go beyond that and ead to the club you’re in trouble. Clubs are for chasing women, nothing else IMO. Just wish i realised that a long time back.
I hope to be joining you, you are right, they are the best pints you’ll ever have. (Although a couple after the birth of a son may be up there i’d suggest, Tintin?)
Indeed. But most people I drink with would find it very difficult to stop at 6. Once the 4th goes down, anything can, and often does, happen.
There is something special about pints after winning big games but celebrating the birth of a child(son or daughter) is probably in a league of its own.
No wonder you had to give up the booze if you were going for pints after every child you’ve had
Had a Hugh Heinz in Toners and ended up in the Faggot Inn. I believe normal people go there and pull birds and stuff, I decided to get into an argument with two birds instead. They were shoving their way to the bar barging through people and I told them to cool the jets a bit. Then the inevitable foul mouthed abuse kicked off from the little tramps. I remember telling the tall ugly one she was a ‘22 carat cunt’ and I just called the small fit looking one fatty or something. I refused to move from my rather jaunty stance at the bar and they were forced to squeeze in beside me to get served their two glasses of white wine, this took a few minutes and we traded insults during this time. One of them asked me did I not know who she was. I thought she was joking but she repeated the question but unfortunately I didn’t catch her name as I’d have been able to follow up on it and see if the cunt was actually famous or something. Anyway I sent the two wenches on their way with an excessively patronising (in the manner of a Fr Jack Hackett apology) “run along now little girls” while making a sweeping hand gesture. They gave me the ‘V’ sign.
Feel a bit dehydrated and fearful today. Lacking in energy, can’t say I’m really suicidal on this occasion but I have a slight hankering for recreational drugs.
I had my herd of Limousine cattle TB tested this morning and asked the vet if he could give me a jab of some mild sedative as i was slightly on edge from the double jamesons. He refused but did give me a lift into the town to collect my car. I couldn’t remember where I parked it and spent some 20 minutes checking every street and carpark. I eventually found it parked by the barracks of all places. I went for the cure then which consisted of a large box of potato wedges and two bottles of lucozade. Im going to camp on the couch now and watch punchestown for the day.
Noble behaviour 2RE. 
That vet sounds responsible yet sound at the same time. A rare combination.
How did the test go TRE? We had a bullock that went down on the TB last week.
There was a nervous moment when one of the good animals went up the crush and looked to be sporting a lump but on closer inspection it was only a bit of fluff. All passed.
I suspect so, i look forward to the day.
Always with the quip. :rolleyes:
:lol:
ah yes. i enjoy nothing better than 12 pints after a championship match.
You’re drinking too much porter…
A feed of liquor yesterday after 3 weeks of refraining and I feel majestic today … In short, drinking rocks!
Was in Langtons last night.
Ropey…
Had no business driving to the shop earlier this morning.
I woke up and thought it was 12 or 1.
Went out to the car and headed out the road only to realise
- it was 10
and - I felt ill
Refrained this weekend, almost snapped and went out last night but held firm and caught up with my six one news back log. Full of the joy of early summer now instead. 9am game of astro followed by 12 miles on the bike and I’ll be set for the day.
A lot less self hatred today too.