Wednesday, 10 December 2008

The Day After.

I had friends from Leeds up at my flat last night. I feel like somebody has slapped my head with bricks. It was nice to see them but I will never, never drink again. Ever. Well, at least until my next crimbo night out.
It was my girlfriends cousin David and his wife Lynne who were visiting. Davids a doctor and Lynne is now a full time mum. She used to work with the people that created Dolly the sheep. The first cloned animal. Interesting stuff when you're half canned.

I matched Doctor Dave drink for drink, AND got up for work at half six this morning. This is not me bragging. This is me trying to explain just how bad I feel.

Now if you will excuse me, there is a toilet bowl destined to have my head in it.

6 comments:

logankstewart said...

That is definitely the coolest toilet I have e'er seen before. Way, way, way too cool.

marky said...

Ahhh. Welcome Logankstewart. It is indeed a cool chunky.

My toilet used to be in good condition. But after yesterday, it now looks like a painter’s radio! ;-)

Never, never, never, never again.

Sailor Matt said...

I say overindulgence is a sign of virility. All who agree, take a drink. Aye!

marky said...

Aye *Hic* AYE!

Anonymous said...

Sailor Matt's point is accurate and strangely attractive...

Marky, one hopes you have recovered.

Aye!

marky said...

Recovered I have, Captain. I had a monster kip last night, after I watched Hancock. It’s a belter of a movie.
It's not going to win any awards, but it is pretty great.

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