Went out last night on a works type do, drank a little too much had a lovely time and stayed in my old flat. I wisely took today off so I recovered this morning sitting on the sofa drinking tea watching house programmes which if you flick carefully you could just about do all day. Which has sort inspired me, we are hoping to finally get my flat on the market by the end of the month and then this place so that we can trade up and buy a house. We've not really done any house hunting yet so we've not yet got an agreed list of must haves. I know we do not want a "project" redecorating fine, knocking down walls and building extensions out of recycled Finnish mobile phones not so fine.
Oh and we need broadband, and decent broadband to boot, time to start working out where the telephone exchanges are.
Showing posts with label Drink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drink. Show all posts
11 April 2008
04 March 2008
Hard Sell
I am now seeing through a pristine windscreen (shield for our ex colonial friends to the west) the old one developed a crack over the weekend which required replacing rather than fixing, and seeing as the recommended company from the insurers is no where near work and it would take at least an hour to cure, it meant that I couldn't get it done during the lunch hour yesterday. So I took the day off, (I've saved leave days for the car* like others save them in case the children are ill, we are either going to need a new car or very healthy children.) it was nice to be cozily wrapped up in bed this morning watching the snow trying to make what was left of the winter count. By the time the chap came round to do the windscreen the clouds had temporarily scudded away and the sun was doing its best to shine.
We got more snow, hail and wind in the afternoon but it was far too warm for it to stick, I think that could be the last gasp of a rather pathetic winter.
Just watching a programme on BBC4 called Hard Sell - they are discussing the advertising of alcohol, quite a few of the commenters are saying that the days of advertising alcohol are numbered much like it became clear that tabbaco advertising had a slow and lingering death. But no one has really commented on whether the increasingly strict advertising rules have worked in reducing the amount of drink related deaths/accidents/arrests. The anecdotal evidence seems to suggest not, but I don't trust anecdotal evidence as it isn't evidence it's just what someone thinks. I wonder what the real evidence is.
*to be fair, the car isn't a lemon by any means. We were a bit unlucky with it been broken in to as well as the gear box linkage chain thingy seizing up. It's just any problem that needs a garage immediately or a man to come out gets amplified by a 90 mile round trip to work and a strict "no tradesmen on site" rule once there unless it's a case of towing or getting the car started.
We got more snow, hail and wind in the afternoon but it was far too warm for it to stick, I think that could be the last gasp of a rather pathetic winter.
Just watching a programme on BBC4 called Hard Sell - they are discussing the advertising of alcohol, quite a few of the commenters are saying that the days of advertising alcohol are numbered much like it became clear that tabbaco advertising had a slow and lingering death. But no one has really commented on whether the increasingly strict advertising rules have worked in reducing the amount of drink related deaths/accidents/arrests. The anecdotal evidence seems to suggest not, but I don't trust anecdotal evidence as it isn't evidence it's just what someone thinks. I wonder what the real evidence is.
*to be fair, the car isn't a lemon by any means. We were a bit unlucky with it been broken in to as well as the gear box linkage chain thingy seizing up. It's just any problem that needs a garage immediately or a man to come out gets amplified by a 90 mile round trip to work and a strict "no tradesmen on site" rule once there unless it's a case of towing or getting the car started.
20 January 2008
Recovery Times
We went to a Burns Night Supper on Friday, I elected to drive as I didn't really want to risk having a huge hangover the next day and also, to be fair, it was my turn as Si has taken the driving duties the last few times we've been out.
We had an excellent evening and stuck to my plan of staying under the limit while Simon partook fully, he didn't get wasted but was still happily merry as I poured him into the car after the ceilegh. But oh the next day when we woke up he was a delicate and suffering Simon as the Highland Park took its revenge.
I do not mock, I have been there myself where it isn't so much the amount that you drink but rather the what, whisky and port can give very bad hangovers for not much drunk. Also as I slipped past my early thirties I have found that my powers of recovery have faded away, where once all it took was a cherry coke (full fat) and a cheese sandwich to put me almost right with the world, it now takes a whole weekend of care, attention and nothing too heavy on the stomach to put me back to sorts.
Fortunately Simon was coaxed back into the land of the not so suffering with mashed potatoes and baked beans for lunch and an afternoon nap. But its becoming increasingly clear that the days roistering and seeing the dawn come in with a glass of splishy splashy in our hands may be slowly slipping away from us.
We had an excellent evening and stuck to my plan of staying under the limit while Simon partook fully, he didn't get wasted but was still happily merry as I poured him into the car after the ceilegh. But oh the next day when we woke up he was a delicate and suffering Simon as the Highland Park took its revenge.
I do not mock, I have been there myself where it isn't so much the amount that you drink but rather the what, whisky and port can give very bad hangovers for not much drunk. Also as I slipped past my early thirties I have found that my powers of recovery have faded away, where once all it took was a cherry coke (full fat) and a cheese sandwich to put me almost right with the world, it now takes a whole weekend of care, attention and nothing too heavy on the stomach to put me back to sorts.
Fortunately Simon was coaxed back into the land of the not so suffering with mashed potatoes and baked beans for lunch and an afternoon nap. But its becoming increasingly clear that the days roistering and seeing the dawn come in with a glass of splishy splashy in our hands may be slowly slipping away from us.
01 May 2007
May Day
With a nod to Betty - 10 years ago I was on a course in Bristol, it was residential and all the attendees were accommodated in an expensivish hotel near UWE, We were a motley group of Civil Servants most of us fairly young. The majority of the group were fairly disinterested in politics but 3 of us were prepared to say that we wanted Labour to win, loudly and proudly. I had had enough prior knowledge of the course dates and together enough to organise a postal vote and had already put my X against the Labour candidate a pointless action as I lived in a constituency where you could put an idiot up as Conservative and he would still get in but it made me feel better.
Anyways that Thursday was the last evening of the course and we were in a fairly celebratory mood, the booze was flowing freely as someone had a contact who worked behind the bar and he told us that we could convert the money that work had given to the hotel to feed us into money we could drink. We labour 3 commandeered the telly in the hotel bar and turned on the Election Special, I remember Norman Lamont failing to get Harrogate and me dancing round like a mad thing much to the disgust of the gitzoid businessmen who were dotted around, not that I gave a shit, but to my eternal shame although I was up and cheering for Portillo I don't actually remember this and had to be reminded the next day.
On Friday, after the course I had to get to London to meet up with my then boyfriend, I had to wait for him at Paddington Railway Station everyone round me was smiling, friends were greeting each other by waving copies of the Evening Standard, Indie, Guardian, Mirror, then laughing with the pure pleasure of it all, I've never seen a place look happier, ever.
Anyways that Thursday was the last evening of the course and we were in a fairly celebratory mood, the booze was flowing freely as someone had a contact who worked behind the bar and he told us that we could convert the money that work had given to the hotel to feed us into money we could drink. We labour 3 commandeered the telly in the hotel bar and turned on the Election Special, I remember Norman Lamont failing to get Harrogate and me dancing round like a mad thing much to the disgust of the gitzoid businessmen who were dotted around, not that I gave a shit, but to my eternal shame although I was up and cheering for Portillo I don't actually remember this and had to be reminded the next day.
On Friday, after the course I had to get to London to meet up with my then boyfriend, I had to wait for him at Paddington Railway Station everyone round me was smiling, friends were greeting each other by waving copies of the Evening Standard, Indie, Guardian, Mirror, then laughing with the pure pleasure of it all, I've never seen a place look happier, ever.
04 November 2006
Alcoholic Marinade
We are having fajitas tonight, I've just made a marinade for the chicken strips. Rum, honey, lime juice, chilli flakes, coriander cumin and of course garlic, the whole lot is now in the fridge I'll give it an hour or so before cooking it. I would have made a salsa tonight to go it the fajitas but I forgot to get the tomatoes and Si wasn't feeling brilliant so we finished the shopping fastish in order to get home.
He is looking a lot perkier now, working out how to use Aperture 1.5 on his laptop, So hopefully he'll be strong enough to pour us both a drink come yardarm time, I've still got some of the rum left or there is some Pimms from summer and there is coke and lemonade cooling in the fridge. Si has a very sensible attitude to drink; he is most abstemious compared to past boyfriends and I like that. I've reached the point where the night before doesn't justify the hangover the next day. Thankfully I think I've found my groove where I can have a sociable drink or five but not get lairy or maudlin Si not being a huge drinker is nice because he encourages me in this sensibleness.
Having said all that though - Charm and Poise has the perfect book in her vintage collection.
He is looking a lot perkier now, working out how to use Aperture 1.5 on his laptop, So hopefully he'll be strong enough to pour us both a drink come yardarm time, I've still got some of the rum left or there is some Pimms from summer and there is coke and lemonade cooling in the fridge. Si has a very sensible attitude to drink; he is most abstemious compared to past boyfriends and I like that. I've reached the point where the night before doesn't justify the hangover the next day. Thankfully I think I've found my groove where I can have a sociable drink or five but not get lairy or maudlin Si not being a huge drinker is nice because he encourages me in this sensibleness.
Having said all that though - Charm and Poise has the perfect book in her vintage collection.
03 January 2006
Mmmmm smooth
We took the Christmas decorations down at work today, returning the office back to its dull, slightly shabby self. I took down the tree after much sighing and heavy hints from some of my colleagues. If I had my way the decorations would have stayed up until 12th night, but then again if I was in charge they would have not been put up until a few days before Christmas.
We did have a new seasonal decoration to put up in the office, in my paper today was a January "advent" calendar issued by Innocent (Non Brits - They are a fruit drinks company) so we stuck that up. It's quite a neat advertising trick by Innocent, who seem to be trying to get us to equate healthiness with their products, behind each door was a healthy living hint. It certainly seems to have worked in the office; we talked about the calender, we stuck it up which will ensure more chat and I'm blogging about them now cos I was intrigued enough to have had a peak at their website. I thought the website is trying too hard to be "wacky" and "home grown" but it's all a matter of taste I suppose.
Coincidentally Si and I bought one of their smoothies yesterday because they were on offer in the supermarket, strawberry and banana it was OK, Simon thought it has a bit of a metallic aftertaste, I wasn't really moved either way, pleasant enough but I wouldn't pay full price.
We did have a new seasonal decoration to put up in the office, in my paper today was a January "advent" calendar issued by Innocent (Non Brits - They are a fruit drinks company) so we stuck that up. It's quite a neat advertising trick by Innocent, who seem to be trying to get us to equate healthiness with their products, behind each door was a healthy living hint. It certainly seems to have worked in the office; we talked about the calender, we stuck it up which will ensure more chat and I'm blogging about them now cos I was intrigued enough to have had a peak at their website. I thought the website is trying too hard to be "wacky" and "home grown" but it's all a matter of taste I suppose.
Coincidentally Si and I bought one of their smoothies yesterday because they were on offer in the supermarket, strawberry and banana it was OK, Simon thought it has a bit of a metallic aftertaste, I wasn't really moved either way, pleasant enough but I wouldn't pay full price.
28 July 2005
I hate my friends!!!!!!!!
Jane is dead sexy and is looking for non-weird, fully physically able, attractive men between the ages of 30 and 40, she has an active interest in transvestism and a fascination with women’s boobs (fake or real). She is looking for a man or men to wine and dine her, cooking an essential skill. Is willing to consider more than one man at a time as long as she remains centre of attention at all times. Transvestites welcome. Wants to experiment with toys and role play especially involving military domination. Costumes should include soldier 95 combats, RAF No 5’s (or equivalent) or Army No 1’s. Willing to marry a kind, good looking, buff man with hods of cash. Strong liver essential. PPL desirable.
Anne is a slim natural blonde with a keen sense of humour, who loves physical activity. She loves the younger man, especially between the ages of 22 and 26 particularly the more physical type, the more muscular the better. She enjoys being beasted in the gym, especially when she can watch the men in tight lycra shorts. She is seeking a financially secure man with a fine developed sense of the ridiculous, particularly enjoying tickling and silly word games. An ability to walk long distances and the ability to put up with sudden emotional episodes is desirable.
Flt Lt (that’s right I said Flt Lt - a real live officer!!) Dave cuts a tall distinguished figure, however this hides a dubious character prone to perversion and kinky persuasions. He enjoys dressing up (himself) and undressing (women) and watching intimate activities of all kinds. Looking at him now he dances like a spanner, which is a change from the usual military plank dance! He has an air of gentility about him, well at least until he farts. Any potential friends would need to have an interest in lycra, not to mention a strong sense of control for when they see HIS cycling shorts!!! A genuine and caring friend, he is always on hand, willing and able to scrub a lady’s back whenever she can’t reach for herself.
Ok so this isn't Jane, but her friend (she's shouting 'EX-FRIEND' in my ear right now)Anne. We have been drinking red wine with our friend Dave for some hours now and decided to write personnal ads for each other, hence the above!!! Anyone willing to take Jane off our hands is eligible for a generous cash payout to help with their therapy bill, no really she is lovely and you should snap her up while you have the chance (i.e. before we have her committed)
Anne xxx
Anne is a slim natural blonde with a keen sense of humour, who loves physical activity. She loves the younger man, especially between the ages of 22 and 26 particularly the more physical type, the more muscular the better. She enjoys being beasted in the gym, especially when she can watch the men in tight lycra shorts. She is seeking a financially secure man with a fine developed sense of the ridiculous, particularly enjoying tickling and silly word games. An ability to walk long distances and the ability to put up with sudden emotional episodes is desirable.
Flt Lt (that’s right I said Flt Lt - a real live officer!!) Dave cuts a tall distinguished figure, however this hides a dubious character prone to perversion and kinky persuasions. He enjoys dressing up (himself) and undressing (women) and watching intimate activities of all kinds. Looking at him now he dances like a spanner, which is a change from the usual military plank dance! He has an air of gentility about him, well at least until he farts. Any potential friends would need to have an interest in lycra, not to mention a strong sense of control for when they see HIS cycling shorts!!! A genuine and caring friend, he is always on hand, willing and able to scrub a lady’s back whenever she can’t reach for herself.
Ok so this isn't Jane, but her friend (she's shouting 'EX-FRIEND' in my ear right now)Anne. We have been drinking red wine with our friend Dave for some hours now and decided to write personnal ads for each other, hence the above!!! Anyone willing to take Jane off our hands is eligible for a generous cash payout to help with their therapy bill, no really she is lovely and you should snap her up while you have the chance (i.e. before we have her committed)
Anne xxx
08 June 2005
This is an experiment
And you are being tested on.
Sit back dear reader and relax. This is the first blog posting I've done when drink has been taken I want to see how poor it is. You see I'm dyslexic and very self concious about it I want to see how poor I am at blogging when drunk, this is important as I will not always blog when sober. Oh and this is at least the third edit even when pissed I'm a control freak.
I told my Mum and my Aunt about the blog tonight. They were interested but not interested enough to get the URL out of me. That will come.
It's their fault that I am confused but they did give permission to stick their photos on here so blame them not me.
Sit back dear reader and relax. This is the first blog posting I've done when drink has been taken I want to see how poor it is. You see I'm dyslexic and very self concious about it I want to see how poor I am at blogging when drunk, this is important as I will not always blog when sober. Oh and this is at least the third edit even when pissed I'm a control freak.
I told my Mum and my Aunt about the blog tonight. They were interested but not interested enough to get the URL out of me. That will come.
It's their fault that I am confused but they did give permission to stick their photos on here so blame them not me.
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