Mud, bicycles, and a load of custard.

When I first started the blog a few months  ago I thought I would struggle for topics to write on, which has proven to not be the case, but now I feel so behind with it.

Must be nearly a week ago since I wanted to blog about my drunken Thursday night when God blessed some of the lads and myself with a shopping trolley at the bottom of Eliot Pathway. Result = feeling like a real young teenager again. A muddy one at that it appeared the following day.

Since then I have fallen victim to fucking bicycle crime again. My bike, fair enough, is one of the newest and nicer looking bikes in the bike shed under the causeway, and a couple of weeks ago someone just took the chain off it for the craic, then the other day I found the front wheel stolen. Why is it always me?

Seems to be the only option I have to reduce my chance of being victimised again

However, I did get my reading ticket third year in a row, and the initial lineup is looking pretty awesome,  just looking forward to more and more to come. The countdown starts, 149 days.

Did custard doughnuts only just come into existence by the way? I bought a pack today thinking they were just normal jam, and when i took a massive bite and discovered custard I said “fuck, I’ve hit the mother-load” to myself in the staff room of the Co-Op. I just took a minute out from writing to eat another. They are amazing.

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I quite like going to work still drunk.

However I don’t really like going to work drunk and then getting the instant hangover at work.

I was so drunk last night, that when I finally did get to sleep, I was not woken by my alarm for work 2 hours later; no, I wasn’t woken by the 2 phone calls from my boss; no, I was woken by Simo knocking on my door looking for some shoes and a hoody before I go to work. Good job he did.
I was so drunk I don’t remember eating breakfast, but a nutella smeared plate says otherwise.
I was so drunk I just had a 20 minute conversation with Martin going through the night together to try and remember what happened (with amusing discoveries of course).
So basically, I was drunk – and still was for most of my 8hr morning shift – and now I’m sober I think.

Now for a differnt subject. Cigarette are leathal, but their wrappers are worse. I got the worst of all paper cuts from a big box of B&H silvers today; right on the little bit of skin between your fingers. Ow!
I had to keep apologising to people as I got blood on their Sunday newspapers and bread.
So the next time you’re unwrapping 100 bensons, beware.

Shouldn't smoke such big cigarettes really...

Good afternoon, how does sobriety feel?

Sobriety feels good.

However I still feel terrible. Which doesn’t make much sense I know, but basicly, water just tastes good right now.
This day seems spent already, I’m awake and having breakfast at 1, nearly 2 now, just after 3 I’ll have to go to work for 5 hours and will get home probably near enough 11. So despite there being 10 hrs still left of this Wednesday it feels like its over already. Which can actually be seen as a good thing because at the beginning of this week I wished it to fly by anyway, so maybe I should stop complaining and drink some more water?
Yeah I’m gonna do that.

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