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Drinking

Diestl said:
I remember those days, I still watch Jimmy Hill's Sunday Supplement, where Jimmy is guaranteed to repeat his talk about foreign players and managers running out of things to say.

They might aswell call that show "Grumpy old b*stards reading the papers and moaning".....doesnt' have quite the same ring to it like I suppose :D
 
sasguru said:
Lets see:

9.30 am Wake - shag missus
9.32 am Go back to sleep
10.00 am Wake - shag missus
10.33 am Go back to sleep

12.30 Spot of light lunch

1.30 pm Nap
2.00 pm Shag missus
2.01 pm Nap

4.40 pm go for a run

5 pm watch telly

10pm Go to bed and (you guessed it) shag missus


So all the viagra mails I have been getting were meant for you ?
 
sasguru said:
Lets see:

9.30 am Wake - shag missus
9.32 am Go back to sleep
10.00 am Wake - shag missus
10.33 am Go back to sleep

12.30 Spot of light lunch

1.30 pm Nap
2.00 pm Shag missus
2.01 pm Nap

4.40 pm go for a run

5 pm watch telly

10pm Go to bed and (you guessed it) shag missus

Forgot to say, times do not necessarily relate to the same Saturday. ;)
 
sasguru said:
Lets see:

9.30 am Wake - shag missus
9.32 am Go back to sleep
10.00 am Wake - shag missus
10.33 am Go back to sleep

12.30 Spot of light lunch

1.30 pm Nap
2.00 pm Shag missus
2.01 pm Nap

4.40 pm go for a run

5 pm watch telly

10pm Go to bed and (you guessed it) shag missus

sas - u hardly make 2mins on the shag
 
"Ah it's the kids thing. You see, we dont have any. So every Saturday is spent watching Soccer AM with our Friday night hangovers, then to the pub with the papers at 12 (and there's normaly a match on), lunch somewhere (and the drinking starts) and 1 or 2, booze the way through the afternoon watching Soccer Saturday, then get our funky groove on for the night time

I really really really dont want kids - I know they're little bundles of "special joy" and all that, but they must really stop the fun."

Those days are a dim and distant past for me also. I remember the times when I'd leave work at 6, be in the pub by 7:30 and then onto a club, wake the next day at the crack of 1pm, shower and off to the pub to wait for the football results to come in (around '96 - so no sky panel thing), then stay there and hit a club somewhere.

Strangely I could manage most of this without the need for food - but poos usually tended to be somewhat on the liquid side most weekends!

Now I seem to grown into being some type of taxi driver ferrying various people about which kind of puts a stop to my drinking activities.

Now I tend to go out once in the week while down south and once up at home. Friday I tend to get a few beers in also at home. I Don't really like wine, so have to stay on the disco pop.
 
What I can't stand is when I have to go to the pub on Friday lunchtime and mingle with the permie cattle and their bosses and watch them play the "is the boss drinking? OK, I'll have a Babysham..." etc

Me? I just place a Guinness with a community whisky chaser on the table to reveal the flop...
 

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