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...of a longer discussion, earlier:
Dear all. If you're ever in some kind of online social space with me, and you hear me come out with something along the lines of "Hey, shall I open another bottle?", puhlease tell me "No"[1] and remind me that every time I do that I end up with roadworks inside my head the next morning.
I drink wine. We all know that, I presume. I also have the inclination to knock back a few wiskeys every now and again, and - when I'm feeling festive - I'll sidle up to my old friend "Guinness"
Oh, it was all supposed to be incredibly easy. I mean, how hard could it be to gather together a few essential items to spend a couple of nights in a new flat.
The problem with Fridays (or Thursdays, depending on when it is that I get home from Leeds), is that I tend to view them as me days - days to induldge myself, free from he shackles of academic oppression, days defined by the hangover fron drinking too much celebreatory wine the night before.
Damm. Why was I not invited? - (el Reg)
I'm having to type this very carefully and quietly, because having spent the journey down listening to the clicky-clacky typing of a very annoying woman in the Quiet Coach[1], I don't want to inflict the same purgatory of everyone around me.
I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that there are certain aspects of my personality that I don't like - the arrogance, the childishness, the bitchiness. And this morning, I finally stumbled on a common thread between them, and a way to cut them out completely.
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