Tuesday, December 14, 2004

You go first. No, you go...

...and so I'm concentrating on keeping myself well for the Christmas party. Have a cold you see. Not even a bad one. It's just bubbling under, tickling my throat and yet to hit the nose.

I figure if I keep taking the pre-emptive Lemsips (headcold variety, mentholly) I'll be alright. I'll suffer my ills on Thursday with the best of grace.

Speaking of (dis)grace, what state will I be found in on Wednesday evening in the Something Hotel in Kilkenny? I dread to think. We start boozing in the Oslo Bar in Connolly at three. Then onto a specially chartered train to Kilkenny and consumption ad nauseam...

It's ambitious, plus I'm rooming with 5X and I quoth: "Fuck it, I'm not working on Thursday. I won't sleep..." You get the gist.

I've been warned by Denise: "Don't be bringing back any Kilkenny girls - them cats are only trouble."

Well, it's trouble I seek.

2 comments:

The Collector said...

Forgive me if I'm wrong but aren't women from every county, country, planet 'trouble.' Anyways Radge, Liverpool are on tonight and I can't see Johnny allowing you to go easy tonight. It's a very big game - we may win.

Gypseysdog said...

Tune in to www.radgery.blogspot.com on Thursday for the super soar-away 'sex-ational' results of the Christmas party!!!!