Originally posted by cojak
. In my younger days it was "Never again" as I was lying in a revolving bed in a counter rotating room having puked or just about to puke."Go on then" for a lunch time session the next day when my mate comes round.
Are you lot all Southern shandy drinking poofters or what?
The only thing with getting old is the recovery period. In me yoof I could get slaughtered every night and be fit and well when I woke up in the morning. Nowadays (43) if I get hammered on Friday I feel tulip till Monday. I still go out on Saturday though.


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