Since the end of football last week I have been a very boring boy. Iāve had a few beers, but havenāt been drunk and have been getting to bed at around 10:30pm. Whether this is just a blip, or the shape of things to come, I donāt know.
Full of energy each morning thoā
FYI, you said all of that āout loudā, pap.
Youāve got a reputation to keep up, and the Sotoniansā brand is hewn from pap-shaped rock.
Youāll be getting a haircut and going for a fitting for tweed jacket next (I can help here).
Your heroes always let you down.
RIP
Yeah, I know - but Iāll be going to Glastonbury in less than a month and planned to be fucked up throughout. There will be Sotonians witnesses to this retoxification. They will confirm the reintroduction of the unholy spirit, and all shall be good.
I mean ābadā, of course.
Off the booze in an effort to lose 20 years of post wedding fat accumulation ā¦ 
You got married and gained a few stone of useless fat?
If only I could spot it, there must be a joke in there somewhereā¦
If only someone could start a thread that charted your effortsā¦
Yeah all geared up for it.
Been sorting out a special 4G rig on a zoom lens so that I can get the photo of you in the Mosh Pit for Adeleā¦
And also have a micro drone coded to your DNA so that I can capture you singing along to Yellow by Coldplay.
The tricky part was fitting the Horse Tranquiliser Dart Gun (special request by KRG for a back up supply) for when it follows him round Jake Bugg & Earth Wind & Fire.
Indeed it is a sorry state of affairsā¦ a tale etched in misery and neglected duty, like a cross betwen Tolstoy and the dystopian visions of orwell and Huxleyā¦ The embarassment of returning with a current accurate weight report is too much for my sensitive soul to bearā¦
Fess up or fuck offā¦
ā¦sorryā¦I meant to say, donāt worry Gay, youāre truly amongst friends here.
NOW TELL US HOW MUCH YOU WEIGH YOU FAT FUCK!
Nothing motivates dieting more than the thought of standing naked on scales as Bletch and Goat prod you with sticks, pointing out to the audience where itās all going wrong.
Well thatās my reccuring dream.
Not nightmare, dream.
Glass houses?
Originally posted by @areloa-grandee
Glass houses?
No, but I do have glass scales.
#justsaying
Blimey Pap. I am still fighting the going to bed early. Some of my younger colleagues in their 20s go to bed at 9. What is that all about? Plus why do I need energy to waste at work? Energy is for more fun activities.
I have been known to go to bed at nine, especially on Sundays. However, that normally coincides with beerage and football on the Sunday itself.
Slightly pissed having spent the evening with Fowllyd and SO5.
Good beer, cheep beer, but shit company.
They are both twats but at least 2 in 3 beers was bought for me.
But I did learn a few things about their sexual proclivities.
SO5 needs to drug women and Fowllyd likes women that look like young boys.
Originally posted by @saintbletch
SO5 needs to drug women and Fowllyd likes women that look like young boys.
Who doesnāt?
Just so you know, TiCK, you said that āout loudā.
Long overdue catch up with some pals from school.
Turkish food in Turnpike Lane and Beavertown** Blood Orange IPA (7.2%) to wash it down.
As is my traditional contribution to this thread āyupā.
Peace & love to sotonian posters. Hope all have a most pleasant weekend. Lookout for, and be awesome to each other.
**Beavertown pisses all over Brewdog^
^Probably.
Where is Beavertown ?
Why have I never heard of it
is it full of Beaver?
I was not slightly pickled on Friday night I was full monty pissed as a lord
first day back on dry land and whistle well and truly wetted 