well,

a couple o' jars,
a look at the mail,
and bed i reckon.

i love it mate.
can't get enough .

years ago,
when i was in my late 20s/early 30s,
would get home saturday morning,
have a few hours kip,
then get up,
get cleaned up,
hand full of sleeping pills,
out on the lash,
get home sometime that night,
or sunday morning,
completely smashed,
get to bed,
wake up sometime monday afternoon,
and prep for another week's work.

tales still abound within the family,
of my falling down the stairs,
semi-conscious,
not knowing WHO i was,
or WHERE i was,
in my y-fronts,
going to the bathroom,
getting a cold drink,
something to eat,
or whatever,
with people round,
and me totally unaware of their presence.

happy days.

erixter wrote:

tales still abound within the family,
of my falling down the stairs,
semi-conscious,
not knowing WHO i was,
or WHERE i was

absolute "getting off".
loved it.