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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