- I think I may get a Chocolate Guinness* Cake (please, please God) and if I do and I drink I might then go crazy and eat savage amounts of it. You think smoking dope gives you the munchies? It’s drinking white wine that gives you the appetite of a hungry bear emerging from hibernation.
- And it is only since I quit drinking that people have started to remark that my rotundity is lessening – which is encouraging.
- My sobriety is also especially nice for nephews when they surprise us by turning up unexpectedly in Belfast to have a kindly Aunt who can pick them up and carefully drive them to their granny’s house.
But then again…
But then again, again – Oh sod it. I’ll stay sober until October. Then we’ll see.
*Unlike Markham I’m not going purist and will allow myself the occasional brandy ball or wine gum.
7 comments:
Sorry to bring violence to such a kindly place but...
***mharrigan kicked beowulf
But I already know this. I dragged Bert away from a programme about marine creatures to come and look too. He said it was a slow worm but I said you said it was a skink so he agreed. It was a beautiful picture too.
By the way I wrote you a comment about the bus incident. It was filled with wisdom and insights but somehow I lost it to the ether.
Mark you must have been posting same time as me - why kick beowulf?
And haven't you noticed that I am often fantasising about doing imaginative violence to people and have a strange attraction for gun-totin' Texan pirates. Then there's my knife fetish that
Zoe has angsted about.
I kicked him because he's a silly boy, attempting to hijack your blog with his lizardy friend.
I have noticed your imaginary violence but it's done in such a nice way and I know you wouldn't really. :)
***After returning from Zoe's
Oooh, errrr. Methinks I'll be keeping an eye out for you when the train goes through Cullybackey.
I congratulate and support your efforts at sobriety. To assist you, I shall be quite certain to consume your portion of the world's alcohol so that you won't be tempted by said portion. ;)
To Mark - do not worry. Despite my efforts at becoming fitter I am not yet capable of leaping aboard a moving train clenching a large cook's knife between my teeth.
To Bliss - many thanks. Mine's a bottle of chilled white with a Laphroaig nightcap. Cheers. Enjoy.
The last time I looked at a map the Mountains of Mourne were a fair bit away. Especially for a creature challenged in the leg department. So unless somebody gives it a lift. And even then there's Harry de Cat (the scourge of wildlife) and that madwoman who prowls Cully with mad staring eyes and a knife between her teeth. I'd say the Lizard wouldn't dare. Yours NIMBY
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