Finishing off a bottle of Riojaā¦a little heavy with Crumpets and Marmalade but the second glass is going down better. 
Stilton, crackers and Cognac later. 
Very worried. Iām enjoying a Country & Western gig. My Love hasnāt even started flowing onto a Beautiful Body being held against me yet either
#tiger beer
A particularly fine Hospice de Beaune tonight, bloody marvellous drop.
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Bottle of Santa Julia Reserve Malbec downā¦ everything is great!
Cup final and 6 points in the next weekā¦ woohoo!
Out with the RaleighBoy - a famous non drinker watching Audio X. So rounds of Stella and J20 are the norm. So not pissed yet.
TRBāS daughter is on lead vocals and its clear she got her talent from her mum.
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Me!
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Relatives over from France last weekend so finishing a fine Chenin Blanc from the Loire.
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Ha ha! Yesh! Indeedesh!
Gānight!
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Oh, me, me, I was.
House party with some work friends, very pleasent affair, several vary palatable bottles of red wine were imbibed by my fine self.
Anyone seen Bletch?
He was last sighted cuddling a local man from a local town deep in that there New Forest.
Iām only worried because Iām picking up carerās allowance for looking after him and Iāll need at least a body to sort out the paperwork.
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In what version of any reality would it have been a āgood ideaā to order a dodgy burger from the food stall at 12:30am this morning.?
40 years of legal drinking & making same stupid mistakes.
Didnāt even pay for it eitherā¦
Iām going out tonight. Out. Not just driving to and from work, not just looking at a picture of an outside location on a computer screen. Out. Out of the house. Damn, even out of the city. I am going to Manchester, the chosen venue for this monthās pay packet piss up.
I have a chequered history of inaugural work nights out.
Once, I got so plastered that my colleague had to stand me up against a wall and slap me into sobriety. āShandy! Shandy!ā, he shouted. Pretty fucking embarrassing.
Perhaps worse was my first works night out in Northern Ireland. Donāt remember getting home, but do remember waking up wounded. Big round cut in my palm. Scratches on my face. Thought Iād gotten filled in. Nope. Apparently, on getting out of the car, I decided to headbutt a rock.
My mate drew me a treasure map to my glasses in the driveway, which Iād spent the weekend fruitlessly searching for, although to be honest, Iād have found them a lot easier if Iād had my glasses on.
Wish me luck.
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Good luck papster.
I had 2 pints of something at lunchtime that was 5.1%, I have been mostly asleep this afternoon!!!
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bletch and I are in some kind of weird attitude swap at the moment. With my arduous and backbreaking nine hour days, I havenāt had time to get paranoid.
Nature abhors a vacuum.
Not yet, but if Iām not by say, 8pm then Mrs C_S has been watering down the wine again
Going well so far. Most trains to Manc were late. Ended up getting an express. 30 minutes. Arrived earlier than most.
No cripplingly embarrassing moments so far.
Thereās time.
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She hasnātā¦
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Had an excellent time last night. Dinner was at Akbars, a place in Deansgate. Excellent food and cheap too. I think that at forty one, I was one of the older people out in our party, which was unusual. I donāt go out much other than matchdays, and spend most of my time drinking with some dodgy older fellas from a football web site (warning; itās not Chapel Kate approved).
We skipped onto Revolution by Deansgate Lock afterward, losing a driver at that point. As we were walking in, we saw the bouncers actually bouncing someone out of the door. Impressive, frenzied and a bit scary. Later, as I was out for a smoke, someone else came hurtling through the door, bouncer assisted. Bouncer was a tiny but stout Asian lad. The bloke he was chucking out was about twice his size! The bouncer tells the blokes missus sheās a fucking idiot for staying with a twat like that.
We lost a nineteen year old in our party. I found her outside and aforementioned bouncers werenāt letting her back in, on account of her being too drunk. With considerable bravery, and even more humility, I went up to them and asked āis there any chance youāll let that girl back in?ā. At first they said no, but then they said she could re-enter in ten minutes, as long as she drank some water (which they provided) and I kept an eye on her. All went well afterwards. Temporary hero diplomat status.
Fucking excellent week so far. Saints in the semi-final, superb night out and found my tax bill money without having to loan it or rob anyone! I demand more good things, starting with a Saints victory today.
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That must have been spicy. Her chopsticks are on fire.
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She hasnāt really got the hang of this fire eating business.
Burning the hair on your arms is lame, I do that everytime I light the barbie
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