Yes, I’m continuing to name my posts after songs. Today it’s from Vamps N Gypsies.
Anyway it appears I have a drinking problem. Not a “You should go to those meetings” problem. A “Why the hell isn’t this making me drunk?” problem. It seems that all my mates can’t handle their drink at all as it takes them a couple of bottles of Smirnoff Ice or a 4-pack of lager to get pissed as a pudding. Me however, oh no. I sat there last night completely sober after 8 bottles of Carlsberg and a bottle of Jager. Thus, I end up looking after the idiots who drank too much and aren’t doing so well. Fan-bloody-tastic.
So what I’m really whining about is my tolerant liver / brain / whatever organ it is. Being the only sober person amongst 50 odd drunks is no fun at all.
Bleh, I just realised how pathetic this whine sounded. Oh well, thanks for reading about my probable alcoholism.
And remember: it’s not a problem if they haven’t tried to trade you for booze yet.