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WCA have you thought of applying for the post of poet laureate?
[i]WCA have you thought of applying for the post of poet laureate?[/i]
I think, perchance, your username suggests you are more suited
🙂
Nowadays I’m with Hannah...
Congratulations! She seems lovely. 😁
Slightly revised posting, just for Verses
Sobriety
I haven’t drunk alcohol since August and sober ain’t all that great
Days go on for eternity with no respite.
How the hell to fill the endless hours?
People that were just slightly irritating, bearable only through the soft focus filter of drink
Now in sharp focus they are not, but I am still not allowed to kill.
People speak openly on how different I look but get stressed when I say comment on them
You’re slim and your jeans don’t fit
You’re grey and your face has new lines.
If they didn’t want to discuss their appearance then they shouldn’t have started on mine.
People keep telling me that I must feel better.
Why? I don’t, I just feel sober. Again.
I miss wild, reckless nights with the slow hazy mornings that follow
Where things gradually come back into focus and you wonder what Amazon will deliver.
The curtain is lifting in my mind and I see why the sober are sad
Extraordinarily, they are all up already, even the teenagers.
They're broken, send them back and claim under CRA!
I woke up with a mystery beer injury. My left knee is really sore. It took a few moments to remember I'd tripped over in the garden and fallen down a couple of steps onto some slabs. Didn't drop my wine glass though.
I see why the sober are sad
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Full bottle of red last night, feel crap now 😳
Going to be disappointed if the O.P isn’t currently lying in a pool of their own filth... riddled with self loathing, paranoia
He is.
It's called Burnley.
Where things gradually come back into focus and you wonder what Amazon will deliver.
I'm in this post and I don't like it.
I don’t really drink often anymore and I truly miss it sometimes.
In my 30’s - There’s someone at the door!
Who could it be?
Why’s he got a massive box?
Oh, I appear to have purchase a slam man, games console, donut wizard (delete as applicable).
In my 20’s - Where am I?
Who’s house, garden, bus shelter, driveway, phone box is this? (Delete as applicable).
I simply can’t handle even the mildest of hangovers anymore 😕
[i]In my 20’s – Where am I?
Who’s house, garden, bus shelter, driveway, phone box is this? (Delete as applicable).[/i]
I went to a party in Portsmouth once, met some people and went to their boat party and woke up on a jetty in Lymington
In my mid 50’s and contemplating becoming an occasional drinker, hangovers from a few large gins or a bottle of wine are becoming unpleasant !
Is he still alive?
Good call Bunnyhop! I think he may be feeling rather delicate this morning
Did he get a kebab? Bonus points if he dropped it on some gravel and then scooped it up and ate it any way.
My dog loves finding the remnants of a kebab on the floor, she even has a go at the chillis if I don't spot her in time.
[i]My dog loves finding the remnants of a kebab on the floor, she even has a go at the chillis if I don’t spot her in time.[/i]
Goes down the throat just fine. Comes out the arse like a flock of starlings
How’s the head
Like a Frenchman is living in it.
Your not match fit are you Pete!
Yesterday started on the G&T's at 4pm, to the pub @6pm 3 pints of cider with some friends back home for food and 2 bottles of Douro.
No hangover suggests I'm match fit but that's not really to be advised, anyway the pubs open in 4 minutes and they have a live band on so CHEERS
I can’t see this ending well. What are you going to do to him?
#prayforpete
It was our wedding anniversary yesterday. I was drinking porn star martini’s in the afternoon, followed by lots of red wine last night. I would advise against this
And what’s this nonsense about ordering kebabs? The whole point is the frisson of danger of the 3am kebab-house experience as you duck the angry looking bloke throwing chips at your head as you shout ‘everything on, mate!’
Best thread for ages!
OP
I hope you let the neighbours know how much you love/hate/despise them and explained the sausages and why their dog/cat/hamster is walking funny. Enjoy the motocross bike when it arrives, did you remember to buy a helmet so you can wheelie past the kebab shop later.
When alls said and done ,(as Binners hinted) 'Geezers need excitement' 🙂
In my mid 50’s and contemplating becoming an occasional drinker, hangovers from a few large gins or a bottle of wine are becoming unpleasant !
I’ve found ramping up the price / quality of your tipple helps. As per others I can’t really cope with more than a couple of drinks, so savouring something decent slowly is more satisfying for me.
As for shenanigans, hiding your friends passport in the grill while he’s passed out isn’t the best idea, ‘cause everyone wakes up and starts warming said grill for Bacon right…?
I'm eagerly awaiting an update on how Rustyspanner is feeling this morning.
As with a lot of folk in this thread I cant be done with hangovers it's a waste of a day. Watching le mans and yesterday my wife had bought me a good selection of beer to have while watching ...... think I had 3 of them over about 9 hours.
Even the kids say I'm a light weight.
🙂
Today? Fine, happy as owt.
Yesterday? Not good.....not good at all.
Anyway, reminded myself why I don't drink much anymore!
I was talked into it by the 84 year old neighbour, but I've always been easily lead. 😀
Back to a life of sobriety now, until next time!
Glad to hear it Pete, here's to the next time 😀
Well my evening didn't quite go according to plan as I tore a ligament in my ankle.
57 year old big units really shouldn’t try pogoing, just because the covers band did SLF’s Suspect device. Yes I think the reasonable quantity of Aspall Organic Cyder might have had a bearing on my stupid behaviour.
So the lesson is drinking makes you do silly things, don’t do it kids 😉
😀
I did the same thing wearing new boots to a Culture Shock gig not so long ago.
We grow old, but not up.
I am seriously disappointed that no-one suggested a game of Dundee Roulette (i.e. coming home pished and trying to fry some chips... surely I’m not the only one here that can recall the halcyon days of the 70’s?)
It's windy out there, go and hang out yer livers to dry.
You're all alive, hoorah.