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So I've been drinking

Is the short answer to the question "So what've you been up to?" I've been on an extended binge of which this is my first night of sobriety. Water is so lovely, isn't it? Highlights included me and the manager, in an outraged drunken state pulling the ovens apart one night and then leaving them out to demonstrate how mucky they were. The chefs were not happy. Also a wine tasting last monday which ended with me and The Shiel getting blind drunk in Chorley by about two o clock in the afternoon, trying to get home and the next thing we knew we were drinking Guinness in The Temple. We'd got lost (on a train for fuck's sake), ended up in Manchester, and promptly decided to go out on the lash, obviously, but neither of us can recall this occurring. Ruin (he wrote off his car the next day, I learned this evening). The best bit, however, was visiting Paul and Cel at their stately pile in the country. It was nice to see with my own two eyes that Stalybridge looks a pretty nice place to live, and contains at least one rock solid winner of a pub (with the added bonus that it's a good sobriety inducing fifteen minute walk away), more, clearly, must be investigated in future weeks. It was also the most fun I've had in ages, to be honest, I was starting to forget what simple old "fun" was, climaxing in a lot of shouting at the screen during the Kerry / Bush debate. Matt's capsule review: Kerry bitched him. My personal favourite bit was when Kerry stated that Iraq had never attacked America, 41-Q43d4 had attacked America. Bush's spluttered "I know that! Don't you think I know that?" was touching comic buffoonery. Silly man.

So yeah, booze. I'm having a bit of a break from it at the moment. I do like tea, though.

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