‘Drinking’ Category

  1. Bit of online gaming anyone?

    January 26, 2012 by admin

    I’ll occasionally go to a casino with mates at the end of an evening when we don’t want to go home, but also don’t want to go from the relative calm of a pub, to any kind of a late night venue like a club. But really I just can’t be bothered.

    When we were at uni I used to think it was fun because there’d be the not very good sandwiches and free tea going around, but even if that happens now we still avoid it.

    What I do like is a bit of online gaming as its now called, gambling being something of a dirty word. When everyone had left last night and we demolished the curry and a slab of Stellas the Evans logged on to my favourite online casino and had a flutter or six. OK, so i might have got through a few quid, but it’s strangely fun.

    So this morning I woke feeling a bit guilty about that. With a bad head from the beers, and worse, Jamie brought a bottle of Jamieson as is his wont. And the place stinks of curry. And men. Great!

    Left the windows open when i left for work, hoping no bugger decides to climb in, but also that the stink climbs out.

    Sweet eh?

    Taking it easy in every department tonight I promise.

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  2. Cooking up a great curry!

    January 25, 2012 by admin

    Look. Really I don’t cook.

    Even at uni when all the Swedish guys were turning out lovely food to guarantee their shag I couldn’t be bothered.

    Since then I’ve dabbled with a few chilies, and scrambled egg, toast even. In fact quite a lot of toast. But never anything you’d actually call cooking. No sauces, no roast even, actually especially no roast, that looks really hard getting all those bits to be ready at the same time. No wonder most of our grans turn out mushy veg.

    But what I do like is cooking up a great curry.

    I have every spice I need, and none that I don’t.

    I line them up and gradually add a bit of each to the oil before I throw in the onions. I even use those little pod things that seem to go into anything Indian whether savoury or sweet. And fresh chilies, always too many. Then I like using chicken or beef. Although I love lamb in a curry house I never do a very good job of it at home.

    And then beer. Lots of beer.

    Tonight there’ll be six of us and the flat is already smelling gorgeous.

    Though it won’t seem so clever come tomorrow morning!

    I don’t do breads or rice, I just get one of the gang to stop off at the Raj down the road on their way here.

    Perfect. Just not for girls.

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  3. Recommended daily drink limits!

    January 10, 2012 by admin

    Bloody hell!

    Don’t for heaven’s sake listen to the new stuff that has come out about drink advise.

    I actually don’t mind the idea of abstaining for a couple of days a week. I find it difficult, but I do try to do so any way. But have you ever worked out how little 20 units of alcohol actually is?

    I had three bottles of Bud last night. A very light drinking night, but that’s because I was with a very special woman, but that’s not for writing about here. I looked at the back and saw each bottle is 1.5 units. So I tot it up and realise that just having that much, five nights a week not seven, would already take me 10% over the limit!!!!

    That’s insane! That must mean that I drink a month’s worth every week, or worse. And I don’t even consider myself a heavy drinker any more.

    I wonder who much the old man puts away? He brews a great beer in what he calls his garden room. I’d call it a really cool shed that I’d happily live in. In fact if I moved out of london I reckon I’d just get a plot of land and pop one of their sheds on it, I could easily live in 50m square, and it’d be as cool as you can believe. Just look at the pics on the site I’ve linked to.

    But I can’t stick to 20 units a week!

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  4. Back to London. Happy.

    December 27, 2011 by admin

    Funny old thing Christmas isn’t it?

    If we didn’t celebrate it we’d be jealous of those who do, so we have it and should be grateful, but instead we moan and moan about this that and the other.

    I quite enjoyed it.

    My sis turned up with her eldest who’s a good lad anyway. Mum and dad were on fine form, both with us and each other. Mum cooked a great rib of beef, but didn’t serve mountains of food, rather she served normal portions, which we then walked off on a family stomp up the hill, then home for Christmas pudding, a few wines but not too much. In fact I think I’m coming all appreciative and mature.

    We played Scrabble. I won once out of three, Mum talking the other two. And I watched Downton Abbey.

    Then on Boxing Day they had a bit of a party which was a hoot. All the same friends of my parents (well mostly) as used to come around twenty years ago, some looking a bit rough, but some of the mums looking great despite edging into their mid-fifties.

    Evans was on his best behaviour and I gently sipped a single beer over several hours. Utterly out of character, but sort of fun to be the sober one when all else was getting a tad out of hand with the oldies staggering around and taking shit.

    I’m going to upgrade that comment that I quite enjoyed it. No. I really enjoyed it. Thanks Mum and Dad.

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  5. Rockin’ now!

    December 15, 2011 by admin

    Well thank fook for that.

    We have form!

    After days feeling rotten from a simple weekend of drinking the Evans machine is back in action, the wheels are turning, and soon the hips will be grinding (nothing wrong with a bit of wishful thinking is there?).

    I’ve worked hard all day, it’s nearly six thirty, and we’re going drinking baby!

    We’re about to wind up after a meeting in South Ken, hop on the tube back to Liverpool Street, then a few city bars and the cool of Shoreditch. The boss is a member at Shoreditch House, so we’ll meet there and see what happens. I have a small, OK huge, objection to over priced drinks, but having skipped the demon drink for days I feel there is some catching up to do. And some honeys to chat to.

    I’ve actually felt great all day.

    Nipped to Peter Jones at lunch time and bought pressies for Mum and Sis. Neither of them need anything, but giving them nothing might see me cast out until I came crawling on my knees and begging to be allowed back into the circle of family acceptance. That’s not as bad as it sounds. I have to do it at least once a year, and sometimes more often. Once it was because I’d dumped some girl they both really liked. Girly had gone to MY MUM to sob. Outrageous! So I never introduced another to them. That was that.

    Yee ha! We’re done. I’m looking forward to this.

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  6. Three day hangover?

    December 14, 2011 by admin

    Now don’t you be worrying girls. Mr Evans has been laid a little low by the demon drink, but he’ll be back to form soon.

    I can’t believe it but I am still feeling like crap and I’ve gone two days without a drink. I probably won’t have one tonight either.

    I dragged myself through work yesterday afternoon, and did a proper day today. By that I mean that I was in the office all day, I wouldn’t be too keen on anyone paying too careful attention to what I did, or rather didn’t, do.

    And last evening I put up with the gushing enthusiasm mother put into the last minute cruises deal she’d just spent a small fortune on so that she can bore dad rigid for a couple of weeks in the Med next summer. Is it just old folk who go on cruises? Actually, although I always take the piss they do have the most amazing time every cruise they go on, and I do have just a hint of interest as they reel off every cool town they have stopped off at in the space of a fortnight, but I just can’t see myself ever coping with being on a boat for that long.

    I had spaghetti with a bit of cheese melted onto it tonight for tea. How crap is that? Well the crap bit is that I was too knackered / lazy to do anything better. The good bit is that I actually like pasta and cheese, you know, a good grind of pepper, maybe a dollop of pesto too – god listen to me, coming over all gay and cookerly!

    Bed.

    No. have to last until ten.

    Why?

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  7. Maybe I overdid it?

    December 13, 2011 by admin

    Strewth.

    Tuesday morning.

    Didn’t have a drink last night at all.

    Went to bed before ten.

    And still feel like shit.

    Mum rang this morning to tell me she’d booked a cruise for them to go on.

    I was pissed off as soon as the phone started ringing. Poor dear. Better ring her in a bit and apologise.

    I just can’t get my head working. Maybe I’m coming down with something too.

    That’d be just like it wouldn’t it. A week and a bit before Christmas and the Evans machine is laid low by some killer disease when he should be out bestowing Christmas gifts of rampant shagging to pretty girls in the offices across London. Maybe even buying the odd present in Ann Summers for the special ones.

    Instead of that I haven’t left the flat for work yet and it’s gone 10.30. I know I take the piss out of the office’s easy going policy on hours, but today I’m taking the piss out of myself even.

    Actually, I’m going to cut my losses, or some such shit, and ring in, say I won’t be there until lunchtime.

    Give the old lady a call before I leave home as she hates it when I ring her walking down the road to the bus or tube.

    Trouble is then I ought to work late, and that will put paid to my thoughts of actually getting a couple of presents for people like mates, and my sis.

    Oh the trials of the drunken man. Come on. Make the call, then crawl back into my sad and empty cold bed.

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  8. What a feeling! Drunk all weekend.

    December 12, 2011 by admin

    It all started innocently enough.

    Met a mate. Went for a drink.

    Then another mate turned up and bought a silly drink. Not a daft coloured shot, save me from that evil! No, actually a refined drink, but not in the hands of three lads out on the razzle. It was some Danish beer in a sexy bottle that cost about eight quid a pop. Now that bit is silly to start with. Then there’s the fact that it was 9 percent proof. That’s more than Special Brew.

    The guys that make this stuff expect the drinker to sip it over an evening with polite and mind expanding conversation.

    Not us. We knock it back as if in some drinking competition, then order another one, and another. It’s not until each of us had been hit for twenty four quid that we clocked that moving to normal larger off the pumps makes a whole lot more sense. Bit too late then though and the rest of Friday is a blur.

    Saturday. Watching Man U on the telly in the bloody Nags Head on Holloway Road. Yes I know that’s why it’s called Nag’s Head around there. Drunk.

    Sunday. Lovely big lunch up in Highgate, carried on until closing time. Drunk.

    Monday. Feeling bloody awful. Still. Now at seven o’clock in the evening.

    And in all that time I don’t think I talked to a single bird other than to order a drink. Needless to say – I didn’t wake up with any either.

    Yet it was bloody brilliant!

    Now then, about next weekend…

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