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Have I mentioned before how I am not a big drinker and any more than two pints sends me on my way? I'm sure I have, and if you are aware of my lack of resistance to alcohol it seems a pity that I apparently forgot about it last night when I met up with some old work colleagues for 'a quick drink'. The worst thing of all is that I can pinpoint the moment I should have had a word with myself. Things were great to begin with, a catching up conversation about how we all are and a nice couple of pints of a light refreshing real ale by the canal. I deliberately keep my real ale drinking to beers around the 3%-4% mark as I drink beer for its taste and not the strength. Besides, some ales get so ridiculous that you need a knife and fork for them.
It is what happened next though that I think ruined my sobriety. We moved on to another pub that was doing a deal on bottles of lager, I can't even remember the name, where you could buy three for five pounds. Usually I steer clear of the sort of pub that does deals on cheap drinks because that is usually where the arsehole drinker out for trouble goes, but as it was only early evening and the undesirable element hadn't got their night started yet we sat outside. Two people left and I finished my three bottles with my one remaining drinking partner, during which time we successfully managed to stop a fight between a weekend dad and his ex-wife's new man which was happening in full view of a poor young girl who didn't really look as though she wanted to be with either of them at that point. All we basically did was calm the weekend dad down and point out how uncool it was to have reacted to his ex, who was in the wrong for mouthing off in a public place, in front of the child. He was a nice guy really, although at the same time he was exactly the reason I don't like this kind of pub (shares its name with the actress Reece) and the people it attracts. To be perfectly honest I felt fine by this point and as we walked into town for buses and trams we popped into Langtry's. It was still relatively early and we sat talking until my mate Alan had to go outside to answer his phone. That was when I went to the toilet and without warning was sick. I still didn't feel drunk but could tell that even sniffing the pint in front of me was going to set me off so I left. Once I got on the tram which was hot I felt sick again so got out, threw up all over the pavement and walked home, now I actually felt drunk and went straight to bed.
Today wasn't particularly productive as I felt sluggish for most of the day but at least managed to record the podcast. I've never used this an an excuse before, but I think it was down to a dirty glass.
The Sunday Alternative #49 is available from here.
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August housekeeping
We are now in the eighth month of the year and at a standstill as far as work is concerned. In unrelated news, it is my birthday on the 27th of this month so a nice present would be a donation using the PayPal button. This would be spent on creating podcasts, documentaries, short films, comedy sketches and various other entertainments that I will make available to enjoy online for free.
The above t-shirt and bag is also available to buy, all the money goes to the same creative fund. They are on my shop page.
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