Tuesday 9 August 2011

The Wrong Label.

Can you believe this? Some Aussie bint labelled me a ‘drunk’ tonight. Just to set the record straight:

I do admit to seeking a state of mild inebriation once a day, more so over the last year since life has been playing games with all the elements that go to make up my consciousness. I do so exclusively during the wee small hours when the only harm I can do is to myself.

(And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas it was to none but me.)

But, here’s the point:

The last time I got DRUNK – as I understand the term – was in 1985. Really. I still remember the price I had to pay. 

I just had a thought, though. Should one take it as a compliment when an Aussie calls you a drunk?

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