How easy it was to sit here all smug and gloat to the world how easy it is to lay of the ale for a few weeks. It's even more fun announcing to everyone how you've every intention of picking it up from where you left off and going back into beer monster mode.
How could I possibly have been so dumb to forget the slightly less fun you can endure the next day? Since discovering real ale all those years ago, I've never been one to suffer from hangovers, especially when suitably dosed to the eyeballs with milk thistle, but I suppose it's fair to say I was a little out of practise. As a result, it's also fair to say that Friday evening's little sojourn chez Tap was hardly preparation for the marathon session that Saturday held in store.
I'm told the weather was superb yesterday, but I didn't see any of it. In fact I'm still quite certain that had I been accompanied by someone suitably qualified, I could well have been pronounced clinically dead for much of yesterday.
On the plus side, all ill-effects have long since disappeared just like old times and I can barely remember the performance of our World Cup winning wannabees...
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Have we learned our lesson?
(_)? Cup of Tea...
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down...
Oh my, I'm singing Mary Poppins...
Cheers
Jeremy
Not enough Hobs and too many Goblins!
You'll have to pace yourself like a marathon runner...one pint tonight, two tomorrow,etc...
Day 26...bloody hell!
I think that was where I went wrong - going from nought to a "day 26 worth" in one go.
I'd been considering linking my beer consumption with the world cup somehow - perhaps a pint every time England scores? Hmm... could mean another dry spell
How about a pint every time one of the poor souls falls to the floor clutching his shin looking at the ref for a penalty. Should keep you pretty much sozzled throughout the entire tournament
Even on top form I don't think I've ever managed that many pints!
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