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These are all the things in Siobhan's archives tagged as "drunk". If you want to narrow it down, you can use more than one tag, seperating them with a space.

Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Screen

I'm going to have to provide a certain amount of background context for this. Apologies therefore if you've been with me since the start and I end up going over old ground. That's one of the problems with writing a weblog I guess - not knowing at what point someone reading it has come in. When you have to delve into the past, you run the risk of generating an Internet-wide "Eh?, because you left out a certain piece of previously-blogged information.

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Welcome to My World Instead

Welcome to My World Instead

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Recipie For Disaster

Ingredients:

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Never Say "No" To an Ape

OF course, the first time I ever wore a skirt in front of anyone happened to be the first time I was pissed...

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Six Reasons Why I should Never Try To Argue When Drunk

You'd have thought I would have learnt by now...

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Splishy-Splashy

(Because if anyone's got more claim on using Eddie-Izzard quotes as titles, I'd like to meet them)

How long after an event is it safe to talk about it? A month? A year? Five years? This particular story is about six years old, and I'm not in touch with anyone who features prominently in it. So I figure I'm safe :unsure:

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When Transvestites Meet (Awkwardly)

The day I met Eddie Izzard

First of all, apologies for re-posting a story that I've talked about before. There's two reasons for this: Firstly, when I originally wrote about it, I was in a bit of a flap - and although I still get little panic attacks about the event, I figure I'm in a better position to tell it.

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So What Have We Learnt?

One, a round trip from Lacaster to Hitchin to Milton Keynes to Hitchin to Nottingham to Lancaster, including a tiny little panicky "OMG. Where the fuck am I going?" in Nottingham, is just over five hundred and fifty miles.

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Things To Occupy Your Head Over A Cup Of Hot Chocolate Before You Go To Bed

No. 1: Feet

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Confessions

God my head hurts this morning. I find, you see, that the best way to relax and recuperate after a few days of drunkeness in Leeds is a night of drunkeness in Lancaster.

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