Monday, October 13, 2008

Blue.

A lazy day and scattered. A general unwellness. I tend to feel like this after stag parties, though this one was tame by comparison with Johnny's in Liverpool and Owen's over in Galway.

I think I need to stop drinking.

I drink no more nor less than the next man, though the next man is usually lusty for pints. That bastard Irish condition, where you'd sooner go sipping than make your way to Glendalough for a wander, or Stephens Green for a good old sit. Put me in Nearys and I'm a happy man for the duration, put me in the Stags snug with Skehan and I'll show you contentment.

But the next day is always remorse.

I've long since stopped the phone calls, in my cups, to some soon forgotten missus, but I still text.

They're never sloppy, I keep my diction, but I look at them the next day and put my head in my hands.

"What was the bad thing?" I'd say to myself, or to Johnny, before that horrible dawn of realisation. Checking the phone like that lad in the Diageo ad, only I'd have no messages received, just sadness in the Sent Items.

I'm turning 30 soon, and I think there's a lot more out there than that fucked up Friday feeling.

11 comments:

Susan said...

Monday's nearly done, hopefully taking the rain with it, and I hope it takes this feeling of yours along with it too.

If it cheers you up, you can comment on my blog, we're talking about toilets.

Ok, maybe not.

Or you can send *me* a text next time you need to send one. At least I'll answer, even if I can't come pick you up and drive you home.

Or, come to our house for a weekend in the country and I'll drag you 'round all my single friend's houses. If nothing else, it might make a barstool look good again?

I have chocolate.

Radge said...

Thanks for the very kind words Susan, and be careful what you wish for. I'm at home in the country and might never. Especially if there's chocolate!

I think a barstool will always look good, even if I'm drinking water. It's been done before at times such as these.

I'm gonna head over to Stony River Farm. This time it's the electronic version, next time, however...

Mwahahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!

(A good maniacal laugh always cheers me up.)

Susan said...

E-mail's on the About Me page. I have a Very Nice Girl in mind, but if it's maniacal laugh you're wanting, a few of the neighbours come to mind ...

hope said...

I really think Monday the 13th is much worse than Friday the 13th. With or without the alcohol.

I don't drink so all I can offer you is sympathy. However, as a fellow Chocoholic, Susan's home might be in danger should I venture from the States. :)

I'm too far away to lend more than a sympathetic ear, I'm afraid. However, I am a good listener so if Susan doesn't get your text, e-mail me. The what, 5 hour, time difference might keep you out of trouble. Well, at least the kind that requires bail money. ;)

sinfulorigamipaper said...

I was feeling this way too today Radge, but still feeling the emotional wash-up from a Saturday night drowning my whatever.

Sure we'll feel better tomorrow.

kiki said...

been there and done that. Especially the bad-text with no-responsy...

i used to wish i could 'Control Z' so much shit...

Radge said...

Cheers Kiki and Susan, I'm a cheerier loon this morning. Sometimes the prospect of going to work is worse than the work itself.

Sinful, you're right. I do feel better. My whatever's not nearly as, y'know,...

Kiki, phone breathalysers. The only way.

Kath Lockett said...

Leave the friggin phone at home. No-one needs to be contactable 24/7 and you don't need the Guinness Glums tempting you to text.

(in old crone voice, strikingly similar to the one I have now) - In my single gal drinkin days we didn't have the likes of those newfangled calcumalator ipod phones - just 20p for a phone call or a long walk home..... And we were grateful!

Radge said...

Maybe I'll just chuck it in the Liffey and be done with it. Rely on the pigeons for communication.

the dublinista said...

Ah...the good old drink and dial...this post strikes a chord.

Radge said...

You could even say that it 'rings' true, no?

No?

I'll get my coat.