Monday, September 20, 2004

That great Irish conflict...

I did it! I did it! An entire weekend spent away from the pub, a touch of min to counter the max. Now Skehan's pestering me for pints but I'm staying strong. He's using The Villager - a favourite pub - as bait, but......must.....stay.....away......from......the......shindig.

Now it's Ryan's ("the finest pint in Dublin, according to one of the lads who knows one of the lads...") he's employing. Sure fuck it, I'll have the one and then hit the road. Yeah.

In my sobriety, and isolation, last night I got to thinking about alternatives to boozing.

(Tumbleweed sashays through my mind...)

No, really, aside from being at the mercy of the picture house, what else is there for us but the pub? The gym? Please. Stage plays? Once every six and a half years maybe, but that still leaves..........dum de dum de dum......2372 evenings to avoid staying in. The great outdoors? Where? Bray? Have a word with yourself...

My train of thought went further than this, but I'm stuck for time and it's time for a jar...

I'll get back to it later.

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