my cup runneth over,every day is a sunday right now.only when i'm off work.

well,
it did.
i'm out of blackthorn.

i'm off shopping tmorra.
should i re-stock?
in all fairness to er'indoors,
i don't think that i should.
and i probably won't.

y'know?
if i won a lottery or something,
i reckon that i would spend the rest of my days living in a drunken stupor.
it beats reality.
and i kinda like that hazy numbness.
how i dream of getting all my financial shit in order,
and just digging in with my cheap sulphite shit.
well,
nothing wrong with having a dream.
and that's mine.
complete and absolute pickledom.

It killed my brother stone dead by 52.
I'm off shopping with the wife.
Later.

Nobby Cheese wrote:It killed my brother stone dead by 52.
I'm off shopping with the wife.
Later.

sounds good t' me nobby.
i'm sorry.

no offence intended nobby.
death by drink, drugs,or any other over-load,
in fact death fullstop.

there's no such thing as a good one.

i read somewhere that the first and last emotions we experience are fear and panic.

the sooner they legalise euthanasia the better.

we ARE getting there.

maybe there'll be a time when we can trade one for vital organs.

you want mine?
well you can have them if you take them now sort of thing.

we'll see.

i got a new bottle.

ought to last a few days.

will consider having a few dry weekends.

although it's not a problem.

yeah,i know.

but really,
it's not.

EVERY DAY BEING A SUNDAY:

i got a new 3ltr bollie yesterday.
have had,
well,
some sleep,
since.

and right now,
the cider is,WAS, flowing so sweetly.
like you cannot imagine.
and now it's gone.
fuckin pig.

but it's only one week of pickledom.

what the hell.
i got nothing else.

i bought another 5ltrs this morning.