Hit. By. Beer. Juggernaut.
Someone email me to ask me about this. Never again. I haven't been this bad in quite some time.
posted by Hotstuff @ 9:19 AM
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I emailed you for the gory details and you haven't replied, you scoundrel.
I think that you're just trying to tease us for the attention. I suggest that you describe the whole bawdy scene for us all to to be appalled by.
Did it involve any of the following?
1) Vomiting (perhaps on another person)
2) Sleeping somewhere inappropriate (esp. a toilet)
3) Losing control of your own bowel/bladder functions
4) Making inappropriate advances towards nearby females
5) Taking offence at a seemingly innocuous comment by an innocent bystander, whereby you set upon him like Maximus in Gladiator
6) All of the above
Aha - you emailed my Yahoo and I didn't check it as I was away.
OG - forward him my reply to you would you? I didn't save it.
Not too bad Smaje. Two was in there (a tube train on the wrong tube line) but that's about it on this occasion. I was just feeling 'not at my best' the day after and decided to let something/someone know about it. I rarely overcook the booze like that, though no damage on this occasion. Luckily it was results day so I blended in quite well in the office with my hangover.
No wonder I stick to fizzy lager though. Dear me...
If anyone would be good enough to send those details my way as well, much appreciated.
For the record, I guess that you were feeling a bit off the next day, and stumbled into the kitchen table. In a fit of pique, you kicked the table and hurt your toe - increasing your rage to the level where you punched the wall and broke a knuckle.
At this point Safestyle chose to ring and enquire as to whether your current glazing was giving you sufficient savings on your heating bills. Given your post-inebriated, injured state, it's fair to assume your response to the call centre jockey wasn't so much a shouted rant, as an incomprehensible scream - lasting so long (without drawing breath) that you lost consciousness and banged your head on the floor.
Ten minutes later you came to, got to your feet and staggered back into the kitchen table. And so we continue for the rest of the day, until Charlotte grows weary of the thumps, bangs and anguished wails, and tucks you back into bed.
Close?
Btw I assume this 'never again' comment means I should ring ahead to the Belgian Bar, and make sure they're stocked up with enough of their (appropriately named) Looza fruit juice?
SHIT GODDAMN MOTHER HUBBARD.
Marie has just rightly guessed that the Belgian Bar is closed on a Monday.
Apparently this needs some exclamation marks.
!!!!!!11!!!!one!!!!11!!
Ah well. Plan B, anyone?
Bollards.
We could go for some grub (curry?) and then go to a boozer somewhere.
I'm easy actually. What do you reckon PT? I'll mull it over as well but I'm sure will still be a premium (strength) night.
Drat and double-drat. Choices:
1) Hit town centre - plenty of choice, probably a fair few office parties in full swing. Drawback - cost of transport home.
2) Venture into Sale for a ruby (I like the Thai place) + King's Ransom, or Legh Arms.
3) Hit Alty anyway, which will be dead on a Monday night, but has better eateries than Sale.
4) Impromptu poker night at PT/MM's place with takeaway curry/pizza? (Obviously consent of the host required and possibly not the best entertainment for Marie, though she could either learn the game or chat with Lunt when he gets knocked out first.)
Hmmmmm.
Alty town centre is a bit rough. I like the Thai + King Ransom idea. A nice quiet boozer where we can 'get on with business' in nice quiet surroundings. Then perhaps back to MM or PT’s for further beers and late night poker. Played a cash game last night with 10p/20p blinds and was class (I was £4.80 up - drinks are on me).
If they don’t agree, we'll strip one of them, tie him to a chair with the bottom bit taken out and whip him from below until he gives us the keys.
Not sure where the inspiration from that came from but it sounds like a goer.
Well, how's about a few snifters in the Legh, followed by a right old ring-stinger in the Midland Balti (then a curry, ahahaha). Then we could retire for either more pub activity, or back for some cards (limit cash game? nice to mix it up a bit, easy low stakes)
The potential saver here is that I (whisper it quietly) know a place I can buy all manner of Belgian beers, so we could reenact the Trappiste to a degree anyway.
If that sounds like your bag, let me know your favourite tipples, and a budget (they're about £1.50 - £2.50 each) and I'll sort you out with them, or something similar from my encyclopaedic knowledge of Flemish ales.
(Btw here's a stitch-up - any late night-ness at mine is an iffy one, as next door has a toddler and twin babbies, so excess noise after hours is taboo. Over to Millwards! Woo!)
PT - sounds like a plan to me. The Legh is as good a place as any, and better than most. Cheap beer, quiet on a monday, 5 min stroll from my house and pete's, next door to the midland balti, and over the road from a fine chippy - may even be open til 11.30/12, I'm not sure.
i vote for legh arms (Securing any pre-drinking sustainance from the chippy beforehand), followed by a takeaway from the midland balti (or, pete, maybe even samuels?), then back to mine for a few drinks and bit cards like.
(though as for noise concerns, check my latest blog post.. should be ok though).
Oh, and Lunt just noticed... The 'about me' bit on your blog has your name has hotstuff - is that an attempt to conceal your identity? just that your blog address is richardlunt.blogspot.com. just wondering...
Not bothered about concealing identity MM - that's why my address is my name.
Someone asked me today why my site name was Hotstuff. Couldn't remember. Maybe it's because I'm hot stuff? Any thoughts?
Thought not.
I think I thought that 'Hotstuff Luntino' was a really funny name at Uni. It's been my webmail address for years and years. Wish I could remember why though. If anyone could hypnotise me and regress me to find out, feel free.
Sounds like a good plan.
On a different theme, just saw this link on Popbitch - "crip on a trip"!! Questionable taste, eh? A documentary about a handicapped person's trip, or summat.
http://www.channel4.com/learning/microsites/C/criponatrip/index.html
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