They are hard bet.
I’ve decided not to stir for the day, i briefly toyed with the notion of going to Tullamore, and didn’t even bother with the local p2p which is on today. i didn’t get up till 11, have spent the afternoon reading the paper, sport on the TV, drinking coffee and cold coke (seperately), marvelling at the glory of Rocko’s latest creation and generally just being a lazy cunt.
I wish I could have an afternoon like that. I’ll be sitting by the keyboard waiting for the next arsehole to point out something that’s not working.
Don’t worry rocko. You’ll get one in about 18 years time.
Flicking aimlessly through the channels there and I’ve just found truck racing from Slovakia on some Samsung freebie channel. Unreal.
Wimbledon, Minor Football, U20s rugby, British Grand Prix and the small matter of Clare vs Kilkenny all on tv. Herself has gone back to bed in despair.
I’m sour.
Didn’t drink Friday night as I said I’d drive to Dermot Kennedy so herself could have a few drinks.
Drove the young lad to Dublin yesterday, so only one pint before the game, and a bottle when I got home at near midnight.
Sick as a dog today.
I wasn’t going to touch a drop today but I can see my discipline being tested.