Friday, September 10, 2004
Popping the corks.
I've had a quiet week - only went out on Wednesday - which is good, because it means I've managed not to totally blow my overdraft. Oh good, blogging about my finances - riveting.
Earlier today Rick, Ali & I decided we all were in need, nay, desire of booze. Our expectations of this manifested itself thus far:
Ali - strapping on (settle down) muddy boots and a comfy jumper and climbing over some hills to visit a country pub, that has cats & dogs in it. Neil Diamond too - though I'm thinking on the wireless and not in person. Although that would be interesting.
Rick - wanted to lie Ophelia-like in a vat of beer slowly getting drunker and drunker.
whereas I felt like sitting on a plush leather sofa surrounded by booze (bottles of champagne, whiskey tumblers) and fags; wearing fur.
A tiara was added for good measure when it was decided we'd go to Ali's country pub where there would be a big squidgy leather sofa to recline upon. Richard by this time had moved out off the vat of beer and was now wearing a fur and being surrounded by Persian cats.
Such are the imaginings of fevered minds in need of alcohol.
PS - Pip has a mystery benefactor. Someone who wishes to make him a gentleman - oh happy day for Pip. Pity he's turned into such an arse in the process. Still a child deprived of ambition, suddenly emboldened with it, is bound to have their head turned. He's gone to London to become a gentleman - haven't we all darling.
Earlier today Rick, Ali & I decided we all were in need, nay, desire of booze. Our expectations of this manifested itself thus far:
Ali - strapping on (settle down) muddy boots and a comfy jumper and climbing over some hills to visit a country pub, that has cats & dogs in it. Neil Diamond too - though I'm thinking on the wireless and not in person. Although that would be interesting.
Rick - wanted to lie Ophelia-like in a vat of beer slowly getting drunker and drunker.
whereas I felt like sitting on a plush leather sofa surrounded by booze (bottles of champagne, whiskey tumblers) and fags; wearing fur.
A tiara was added for good measure when it was decided we'd go to Ali's country pub where there would be a big squidgy leather sofa to recline upon. Richard by this time had moved out off the vat of beer and was now wearing a fur and being surrounded by Persian cats.
Such are the imaginings of fevered minds in need of alcohol.
PS - Pip has a mystery benefactor. Someone who wishes to make him a gentleman - oh happy day for Pip. Pity he's turned into such an arse in the process. Still a child deprived of ambition, suddenly emboldened with it, is bound to have their head turned. He's gone to London to become a gentleman - haven't we all darling.
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