Monday, February 26, 2007
Lousy welsh bastards...
This years lenten vows were a particularly shambolic affair. At first I toyed with the old smoking chestnut, but given the laughable volume of past efforts, quickly discarded it. Then there was drinking. This held a lot more appeal insofar as I am almost becoming bored of it anyway, and it would help sort out a lot of money problems (ie- I might, occasionally, have some) but with a stagdo (coming to that in a bit) and a wedding coming up it seemed like a potholed sacrifice at best. That and the fact that after a scant 2 1/2 days off, I went and got moronically twisted at work on friday. It was their idea, I hasten to add. Apparantly they all like a booze-up after work on the odd friday. Apologies to all concerned, and I promise next time I insist we all go crazydancin', I'll be sober enough to actually get there without flaking out.
So yeah, that (mis)adventure was quickly followed by an irrelevant SIX FUCKING HOUR JOURNEY to Ballybofey to get pissed up with the last of the current crop of goons to be marrying my sisters and his mates. Twas brillig. And as we all know, what happens in Ballybofey, stays in Ballybofey... (cackle)
I have just this last hour made it back to fair dub with my last remaining braincells and am waiting for my arse to stop vibrating so i can go to sleep.
Oh yeah, I was spunking on about lent, wasn't I?
Well, the compromise I've hit upon is no midweek drinking, and to do some drawing everyday. This second one has decended into a minor farce as well, since fridays effort involved doodling something unintelligible on my own jeans, just before passing out on my bed. While I was still wearing them. Possibly usung my own bodily fluids.
Nitey nite.
Aido 'annyong' potato
This years lenten vows were a particularly shambolic affair. At first I toyed with the old smoking chestnut, but given the laughable volume of past efforts, quickly discarded it. Then there was drinking. This held a lot more appeal insofar as I am almost becoming bored of it anyway, and it would help sort out a lot of money problems (ie- I might, occasionally, have some) but with a stagdo (coming to that in a bit) and a wedding coming up it seemed like a potholed sacrifice at best. That and the fact that after a scant 2 1/2 days off, I went and got moronically twisted at work on friday. It was their idea, I hasten to add. Apparantly they all like a booze-up after work on the odd friday. Apologies to all concerned, and I promise next time I insist we all go crazydancin', I'll be sober enough to actually get there without flaking out.
So yeah, that (mis)adventure was quickly followed by an irrelevant SIX FUCKING HOUR JOURNEY to Ballybofey to get pissed up with the last of the current crop of goons to be marrying my sisters and his mates. Twas brillig. And as we all know, what happens in Ballybofey, stays in Ballybofey... (cackle)
I have just this last hour made it back to fair dub with my last remaining braincells and am waiting for my arse to stop vibrating so i can go to sleep.
Oh yeah, I was spunking on about lent, wasn't I?
Well, the compromise I've hit upon is no midweek drinking, and to do some drawing everyday. This second one has decended into a minor farce as well, since fridays effort involved doodling something unintelligible on my own jeans, just before passing out on my bed. While I was still wearing them. Possibly usung my own bodily fluids.
Nitey nite.
Aido 'annyong' potato
