Challenging the norm

I remember, many many years ago, having a chat with a guy I was at school with whilst he walked down the road, swigging from a bottle of red wine. At the time I was solely a beer drinker (with the odd Southern Comfort which is entirely down to Stephen King, yes I was very impressionable at a young age) so I asked him why the hell was he, a 17 18 year old, drinking what I thought was something reserved for the older members of society? Did he actually enjoy the taste? He, drunkenly, admitted it was more because he liked to challenge the ‘norms’ of society, that he wouldn’t be swayed by peer pressure nor be told what …

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Red Bull

Is Red Bull the Marmite of my generation? Although strictly speaking, Marmite is the Marmite of our generation but bear with me here… Red Bull, that sickly sweet, caffeinated drink, the one that gives you WINNGGSSS, seems to be increasingly popular. Particularly when mixed with vodka. Standing at the bar the other night instead of vodka and coke, the tipple of choice for the 30-somethings of the evening appeared to be, almost exclusively vodka and red bull. As an aside, why is the alcoholic part of a mixed drink always first? You don’t order a Tonic and Gin, do you? Hmmmm. Where was I? Ohh yes, Red Bull. Six cans of Red Bull (no vodka) got me through an overnight …

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Holiday by numbers

12 tapas, 4 bottles of red wine, 2 jogs along the beach, 3 books (The Tipping Point, The Liar, A Short History of Tractors…), 1.5 litres of Southern Comfort, 247 photos taken (50 or so that are any good) 12 litres of Mahou, 2 days of full sun, 4 warm but cloudy days, 1 delicious Argentinian fillet steak, 2 witches (it was Halloween when we arrived), 1 skint knee (not mine), 1 full moon, 1 power cut, and 632 emails waiting for me this morning.

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My old man

A brief post to wish my father a Happy 60th Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!! We are out for a family dinner tonight, then a wee celebration tomorrow afternoon. Posting largely depends on inclination and quantities of Southern Comfort (which my sister said she’d buy! Hope you remembered Jen!).

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Into the groove

Louise is home and annoyingly tanned, but I can put up with that. Her plane finally touched down in the wee small hours of this morning after a three hour delay and as it was a further hour or so before we got to sleep I decided to work at home today. Still, it’s good having her home, absence certainly has the rumoured effect on the heart. She brought me back a nice big litre bottle of Southern Comfort, which cost her all of about £11, and should get me through the World Cup.. just.. And aside from that there’s not much else to say.

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Matchsticks

There is nothing better than lying, slightly bedraggled and hungover, on the couch all day watching crap TV and classic movies like Clash of the Titans. I’d forgotten just how spectacularly bad the latter was, although to be fair to the actors it can’t have been easy to work with that dialogue. Fantastically awful, I could barely take my eyes off the screen. Louise was out for the day (and most of the night it turned out) so I had complete autonomy. I ate nothing but toast, drank a mixture of diluting pear and blackcurrant and then fresh orange and mango juices … um… not mixed together I hasten to add, and enjoyed a lovely little tube of dipped strawberry …

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Help me get drunk

My first ever drink in a pub (the same pub I celebrated my 18th birthday in after drinking there for about a year…) was a pint of “heavy” (80 shilling) and that remained my tipple of choice for many years, bar the occasional Newcastle Brown or a lager on warmer days. Ohh and for the record my first ever alcoholic drink was vodka. Straight. Whilst providing cloakroom services for a Boys Brigade dance. Sorry Mum. Why heavy? Because I was nervous, naive, and I wasn’t really sure what to ask for, so when the bloke that got served before me ordered “two pints a heavy” I thought, yeah, that’ll do me! As Guinness started it’s rise to prominence I switched …

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Think as you Drunk

It’s 1am. Been drinking since 3pm. Quite drunk, shouldn’t be posting, don’t care. 50% proof Southern Comfort is lovely but does make the room spin!! bed now, up at 8.30am. Hangover city, here we come!! (Holy crap, I’m not too bad at tpying when I’m drunnk!!)

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Notes on a Family

I can’t remember which one it is, but there is a sketch that Lee Evans does when he “learns” comedy from a tape. It starts off with him reciting the opening line to a joke: “My mother-in-law…” It’s quite a funny sketch, but more because of Mr. Evans than the content of the joke. You see I get on very well with my in-laws, especially my mother-in-law. That MAY be because I can already see aspects of her surfacing in Louise, something that is a constant source of amusement for me, and some annoyance (at times) for Louise. Mind you her annoyance is that I’m chuckling away not that she is turning into her Mum. So it was with some …

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Categorical

So I’ve upgraded to WordPress 1.2.2. Pretty smooth. I bet you never even noticed. Right? Anyway, part of my redesign thoughts include making better use of some of the WordPress features. I’m still not overly bothered about using their comment feature, especially as HaloScan will be getting some new features in the New Year. However the category feature intrigues me, mainly because it’s a completely new thing to remember when posting. No categories in Blogger so it was pretty much a case of typing up my usual nonsense and pressing Post. Ideally what I need is to be prompted to choose a category or two, every time I post. Alas the WordPress Plugins Database doesn’t have anything like that. I …

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