You are some man
Ask him what the fuck he was thinking when he signed off on the design phase of Project Sinus.
Wine, Guinness, gin since 6 repeat ad nauseum Christmas party. Rounded off with a visit to Charlie’s. Home about 4. Kid bouncing on my nut since 8. In a cruel state.
To go to a stag in Cork at 12 with 18 others by hired bus. Said bus will have a bar on board. #Pray4Spidey
You lucky lucky man. I’ll try & fund a few bevies later on
Fucking hell mate, that’s frightening,
Put on a Dress, mate.
Another session today is a gift from God.
The only thing to do is get drinking as soon as you get on the bus. Delay the inevitable for as long as you can
Signing in. Fucked. Might ring the Samaritans.
Go down and fork a bit of silage to the bulls. Cattle are very calming and you FIL will appreciate the gesture
Didn’t you mention last bus?
I’m absolutely dying today, you wouldn’t hear me banging on about it though
I’d say you still ran half a dozen miles or so at some stage today though, did you? That’s the thing with the Oirish during festive season. No discipline for Paddy stuffing his face with food and drink. They put on savage weight and get awful unfit.
I’m doubting myself something terrible this evening.
A large amount of Indian food is on the way to me. It will all be fine. It will all be fine.
it will pass
You need a walk down the fields.
That’s into the sea.
Can you remember everything that happened?
Nothing worse than a vague inkling