Today I am fantasmically and rightfully and utterly hungover.
I had the lads over for the match. With the Spanish minnows cast aside after twenty odd minutes there was no tension left in the occasion, just time to drink and be drunken to.
There are, placed handsomely, at my sinkside fourteen empty cans, with a further six strewn about the little bin beside the big bin. Another night's destruction, another night of guff and grumbles and a routine 4-0 victory against the greatest side in club football.
I'm reminded of the story of Dixie.
Dixie went off the drink at Lent some years back. He didn't touch a drop until Easter arrived and he bounded for the Monks. He got fucking destroyed with the gargle and, on his way home with the girlfriend, he stopped to vomit copiously and at length.
"Never again," he said.
"Never again?" she said.
"Never again. I'm never giving up drink again," he said.
28 comments:
I would have rather watched the highlights of you staggering around the room at 11pm after 12 drinks, but alas I watched said match instead. Was a crushing victory alright. Probably made all the sweeter by the nectar of the gods.
Red - I spy another routine European Cup win on the horizon.
There was a match on last night?
Meadow - Liverpool 4-0 Real Madrid. Now there's something I never thought I'd write.
Oh, not the Continuity Madrid?
I do love it when you're topical, Meadow!
Association football is it? The reds, that kind of thing? Ok, carry on.
Conan - Nothing to see here.
Oh I laughed--good one!
Must admit, were I a man named Dixie I'd drink too .
another routine european cup - have you never even heard of the curse of the commentator!?
i only saw bits of it and madrid were pants but being reminded of just how much a knob their goalie is made me delight in seeing them beat by your lot
not sharing your swaggering disregard to jinxing your team i am nervous about tonight's encounter as much because, should the unthinkable happen, the smugness of that idiot mourinho
Comment of the week/month/day/post must go to Meadow. Inspired.
Oh and I hope to be in a similar state of glug glugness after Emmanuel Eboué's hat-trick helps Arsenal beat Roma tonight.
Narocroc - Meadow gets it. In other news, Arsenal to win, Rags to go out.
Hurrah! Is there a prize?
Radge - Why dont you award Meadow her prize.........a contract, with Everton?
Meadow - There are three but you can only choose one. Door 1, 2 or 3?
Red - I don't wish to insult the girl.
Door 3, please, Radge. Exciting!
I know nothing about soccer, Red, but if it pays well? As opposed to plays well?
Actually, something is telling me I should choose Door 2, Radge. Thanks.
I'll pick you up at eight.
I'll be ready at ten past.
Meadow, you chose........wisely.
On another topic completely I was chatting to a ladyfriend about Radgery, she confessed to me that she had a stirring of feelings for our good author, although was confused as to how she could fancy a collection of pixels.
Red - It's what's behind the pixels that counts.
So, this friend of yours...
RADGE ERY!
I'm here trying to decide between kitten heels and stilettos and... bah!
Let's go barefoot.
Okay... if you shave your toes this time.
I wish I was drunk, or hungover. Or Real Madrid, incarnate.
It all seems so glamourous when you write it down.
Well Sarah, I am a self-appointed glamour puss.
I knew I'd regret not going.
It was me and a packet of biscuits down in Cavan for the night. I was so anaesthetised by the whole thing, I barely cheered.
Cavan. Novocaine for the senses.
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