I'm going to sit on a bench
drink cider, and heckle joggers.
( wynoh kills threads by his mere presence, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:28, archived)

Oh man, memories
Memories
( Theoban What of it, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:30, archived)

Blackouts, more like it

( wynoh kills threads by his mere presence, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:31, archived)

Ah the days of rolling into the offie at 10am asking for cider
The cheery man behind the counter asking me if I wanted something that's nice or will fuck me up. 'Stuff that'll fuck me up please' I answered. Good times.
( Theoban What of it, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:35, archived)

I think I missed the 'cider phase'.
I went straight onto vodka and oranges at a mate's house, at 11am, and was talking to trees in the park by 1.
( Bats, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:41, archived)

We went cider > special brew > pubs
Then when I got a bit older we went into turbo shandy + cider mornings. I've recovered and am now back into attending pubs, no more falling about the apartment smashing things and being sick out of windows for ME
( Theoban What of it, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:42, archived)

*Thumbs up*
This is a good thing.
( Bats, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:44, archived)

Bleh
Life was simpler when all you had to worry about was scrubbing the puke out of your bedsheets
( Theoban What of it, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:48, archived)

Yes but not as rewarding.
I'm a lot happier now my sole aim on a weeknight is to get paralytic and not remember anything the next day, for instance.
( Bats, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:53, archived)

Aw man, I want to go on the session now.

( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:45, archived)

Tell you I could do with going on the lash right about now
Beautiful day outside. Meant for sitting in the sun with too much booze. Not sitting in work at a computer screen wondering where your life went wrong.
( Theoban What of it, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:47, archived)