Sounds like a plan.
Signing in.
As sick as a small hospital.
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I’ve somewhat of a hectic week ahead on the social scene.
I expect to be contributing regularly this thread as a consequence.
In absolute tatters here today. I have effectively banned whiskey from my house for the past few years, due to an inability to handle / stop drinking the stuff. I did however have a 1/4 bottle of Glemorangie sitting on a high shelf in the pantry and had forgotten about it for a few days. Then this Galway metalhead started extolling the virtues of Green Spot yesterday, and of course I just had to look for it in my local BevMo, and of course it was there, and of course I had to buy it as it was so inexpensive according to said poster. To cut a long story short, I got into a tasting session with myself last night, and before I knew it the Glemorangie was gone and a 1/4 of the Green Spot (that’s half a bottle of whiskey, about a half bottle more than I would normally drink nowadays). Not forgetting the few generous GnTs and glasses of wine consumed beforehand. I swear every mm of skin from my mouth to my hole is singed red raw today. That and I have a serious taste of soggy turf in my mouth, so much for a refined whiskey.
Apologies to all those I sent incoherent PMs to last night (except you @ironmoth, I hope you’re suffering the same fate).
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West of Ireland men + whiskey. 
When will the madness stop.
you disgust me
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I’m struggling to sleep here lads after only 2 nights on the sauce lads. But I’ve only a day’s work left before Christmas and it’s back on the drinking bus again.
Every fight i ever got into was as a result of drinking whisky. I daren’t touch it now, bar an Irish coffee Christmas morning. You think you’re sober is the worst thing. At least with Guinness you know you’re drunk. Galway lads in particular seem to have a hard on for green spot. I never tried it.
As a matter of interest, how much did you pay?
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$50
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Seriously, stick to the beer and wine. I am offended I did not get an offensive PM last night.
Three days solid of it, and I’m surprisingly okay today. Even went in to work for a few hours this afternoon. I stuck rigidly to the beer, makes a big difference when I’m not adding whiskey to the mix, which I’d be quite prone to doing.
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It’s only a mugs game lads.
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I’ll be honest, I was fairly rough today. Great Granny cooked a chili con carne today, and I’m blaming that. It’s easier to blame an 85 year old woman’s cooking than the half bottle of whiskey I horsed in last night. I sat in the sun this morning and somehow convinced myself I was fine. Turns out I was still a bit cut. Only thing for it was to knock back a bottle of Torpedo. I’d like to say I’ve learned my lesson, but I have not. No sir. I’m supping a green spot again tonight.
Drinking whiskey is a bit like following Galway hurling. It’s a joyous thing - can even be ethereal. It can result in violence, but it’s always someone else’s fault. When you’re in the throes of it, it’s best your wife and kids don’t see you - it’s a frightening, raw, base thing. And despite getting chewed up and spat out in the end, you will always come back for more. Even if it means stealing a golf cart to get home to your bed.
#jesuiswhiskey
#jesuisgaillimh
#jesuisjohnnycoen’sgolfcart
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Whiskey somehow gathers all the angry molecules in the body and sends them to the brain in pulses… This often leads to a wild swinging motion of half clenched fists.
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Missed my flight back to England after 4 days on the sauce in Dublin. Oh the joys.
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I was cursing myself for the smug nature of this post as I was tossing and turning, waking up every half hour last night.
Hadn’t the horrors/fear last night, but couldn’t sleep. Was going to have a few beers to ease me off but I’ll be drinking every day from Tuesday till the end of the year so I was trying to give the liver a break.
Wrecked today.