Drunk sir? Me sir? No never (well yes) last night was the second time this year I’ve been out!! Second! (Does that make me gay?) but I DID drink copious Jack Daniels! (When I say copious, I actually mean a few doubles) and to be honest I awoke at six his morning fresh as a daisy (I know I’ll suffer later) but at least I didn’t feed me carpet this time! Nor me couch in fact I hardly ate any (I think)
I now think that it’s the long walk from the last pub of the night that sobers me up enough to to keep the bad head away (and the litre of Coke I drink throughout the night I suppose) so from six until now I’ve been contemplating food! (I know I’ve just talked about a Chinese, but I’m bloody starving) I need a hangover (?) fry up. So it’s the drift cafe for me and a date with a full English breakfast!
I was greeted to this sight this morning as I opened me claggy eyes (at least I stripped off in the bedroom) albeit I completely missed the fecking clothes basket I see! And why I had R2 slippers AND me boots on eludes me………..ah, breakfast down, and a pot of earl quenching the thirst of an afghan refugee on in the med (not on a boat, but in the med) IF THAT LAST STATEMENTS OFFENDS, please feel free to not read anymore. Seriously I won’t miss you (unless someone fucks with me SUSAT.
So there was no real reason for this blog today, just to get me head around getting out of bed and not suffering a headache. A drive later to clear the cobwebs and perhaps look at getting my head down again before the fall of night!!!!! Aw bless!