Tell me, does the smugness of waking up in the morning not feeling as though you're going to die imminently act as any sort of compensation?Originally Posted by Sir C
I've been going to them for 30 years. The usual suspects in attendance.
Knowing I was going to drink a fair amount I managed to avoid eating anything. Offered a line or two by several old chums. Declined. 'Invited' to join the group heading off to the titties bar. Declined. Sloped off to bed at 1, still capable of cogent thought.
As a relatively recent convert to this whole 'clean living' stuff, I can tell you with abolsute certainty that it is shít and not to be recommended.
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