December 17, 2004

I'm alive. Just. But I wish I wasn't.

Uncounted glasses of red wine in Thai Square, followed by several ill advised slippery nipples. I managed to avoid making a spectacle of myself, or running afoul of any dodgy new laws by interfering with the Buddhist paraphernalia. (I must say, though, that if you put a large bell into a room full of drunken office workers, you are asking for trouble. I mean, somebody is going to ring it eventually, aren't they?)

Then lager in the pub. I don't remember much about the pub, but I believe I danced. I don't dance.

I look like something washed from a flooded graveyard. Hopefully I don't smell that way too.

I will never enter licensed premises again.

Posted to Beer by Simon Brunning at December 17, 2004 12:06 PM
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