I’m facing that tomorrow
Bed early tonight. You’ll be grand
Used to suffer badly from the DTs in my mid 20s. Had some really fucked up , scary dreams of a Monday night.
I don’t miss those. Like being an extra on the set of The Omen at times.
I’m off out for a 2 mile walk now with my eldest daughter, in the middle of a hurricane. It’ll surely banish the last of the fear.
Have to bring the young one with me as I’ve too many pubs to pass and I’ve resisted the urge from 12:00pm today to go cure myself as it’s really only kicking the can down the road.
A good friend of mine is a kerryman who has no off-switch when he goes on a tear. After a long weekend in tralee for the rose he told us that his worst moment was seeing a rat come through the lock on the bedroom door with a bale of hay on his back.
We regularly remind him of it but it has not stopped his love for alcohol.
Cc @balbec
Can you get him to sketch that one for us?
I prefer to think of it as gently putting the brakes on a runaway horse
A lovely chap. He puked into his pint one night in Flannery’s, I think and he drank it all up.
I saw a lad do that in the King’s Head one night
Different mutual friend but I like the way you’re thinking.
I did not see that. There are a lot of stories on him but I can’t win with him over the night the Guards rescued me form the hedge.
I had a bad Southern Comfort experience with him one night.
Southern comfort is a bad experience anyway
Didn’t we all?
He nearly killed me that particular night. It was around my 21st birthday.
HERe In Cassidy’s on my fifth pint.
Heading up to Ryan’s shortly if anybody’s about for a few.
5th three hours ago. You must be pushing 11/12 now. Not sure you’ll get too many takers.
Signing in, I’m withered with the drink today