Saturday, February 21, 2009

Pigged.

Pigged.

What's pigged? Hungover. That's what pigged is. That's what I am today. I lost count at eight pints of brown, then brandy, then the falling over on my exit. No kind of grace.

I laboured today at work, laboured until six o'clock belched me home in a fugue of my own undoing.

It was badly needed.

13 comments:

adogwoof said...

disappointing dude - thought you were a more accomplished boozer than that! if you need tuition, I'll gladly oblige!!!

Anonymous said...

I can't believe you're using the word 'pigged'.

Radge said...

AG - We'll look into that.

Anonymous - I can't believe you picked me up off the ground.

Sarah Gostrangely said...

ugh. oh yeah.

Anonymous said...

Eh, first Anon ain't me. And pigged is a stupid word. Use hungover, wrecked, fucked, in bits - something that suggests pain, lethargy etc.

The use of the word pig always suggests contentment - 'A pig in shit' or 'ate like a pig.'

Can never understand why people want to introduce new words for a hangover anyway.

Radge said...

Anonymous 2 - Oh.

Meadow said...

It made me envisage a 'Lord of the Flies' scenario. Scary drinking. But what lovely use of 'fugue'.

Berocca is also great for hangovers, by the way.

Radge said...

Meadow - Thanks. And I have a bountiful supply of Berocca.

swiss said...

eight pints you say? why that sounds suspiciously like eight points. i don;t need to tell you where i'm going with this...

Radge said...

Swiss - I'm cursing the fact that it's not on telly. Fulham and West Brom instead. Christ.

NaRocRoc said...

"A fugue of my own undoing"

Most excellent wordage sir. Poetic and theatrical all at once. Could be the title of Rafa's memoirs.

swiss said...

what to say. oh yes, what to say. a more ideal result couldn't have happened as a win for city, well that's just never good.
bellamy. didn't he used to play for..? it's like some sort of ironic poetry.

and then an equaliser. which unpuckers the collective scouse sphincter but at the same time, it's just not enough. i run through a thesaurus like list of adjectives that start with lacklustre...

i often think that supporting liverpool these days must be something akin to supporting england. they should be good, they should be achieving but instead, you can't beat city. and you're seven points down.

i could go on. and on. and on. but like you say, wait until the end of the season. which i shall. storing all the unbearableness i can

Radge said...

NaRocRoc - Thanks and 'oh for fuck's sake'.

Swiss - 'Oh for fuck's sake'.