OK – so normally when I have a midweek “let’s go down to the pub after work” we disappear home around 7pm. Interlopers usually end up complicating that, especially when they’re damned handy with the booze and drink 2 pints of beer for every one short you (or your best buddy) have.
Did I mention that the shorts over here are actually long? Never mind the pissy 1/6 gill measures you get in the UK – these can be a half glass. So I’ve consumed three (probably around 1/4-1/2 a bottle) which probably accounts for the poor vision and why I can think of a million and one things to blog about tonight. And you can bet your ass I’ll have forgotten them all by morning.