h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

In my case it's because I have some things to plant this morning; if I'm not sober I could put them in the wrong way up or something. Once that's done, sobriety will be a thing of the past...

There. Planting done. Vicious ants trounced. Mud hosed off self. Bottle of fizz opened. Cava, to be precise. (The estate agent's bottle can wait until later.) Not bad going, seeing as it's just gone 10am.

This cava's nice. It almost tastes of apples. I must ask L where she got it.

I can't be drunkmy visions ok

I'll try again tonight

I'm trying again right now. Bacardi this time.

Bugger, don't know what I was doing last night that I missed this thread.

I have to go to bed soon though I've just been eating and sleeping all day (with a bit of cricket thrown in) and I don't think I should interrupt the rhythm. There was alcohol in there somewhere too (some fancy sparlking pink thing), but not nearly enough.

Speaking of bugger, how could I not have known about this?

>>ome word must have triggered the second filter and a moderator saw it was harmless. >>

There's a second filter? That certainly explains alot.

Just catching up...

>>They are trying to reclaim Australian citizenship, which they say was illegally taken from them when PNG became independent in 1975.<<

That's *very* interesting. How naughty of you

The High Court has previously told them they have no claim to citizenship - but I must say, I can see their point.

I can also see that I've almost finished my drink... I'll have to do something about that.

My grandmother had issues with that when she was told her passport, which was issued in Dublin in the early 1920s, meant she wasn't a British citizen.

She argued there was no such thing as Irish citizenship and she didn't want the place she was born in and the place she lived to be in different countries.

I have a serious conversation about that brewing, but it would be awfully rude of me to carry on now

Kea, start it up and point us to the thread.

Heck, my glass is almost empty again.

Ooh, I see you've beaten me to it HI

LOL Ivan! I'm an Aussie and most of my social events are drunk-free!

I did something unusual this year, and picked up a couple of fancy-schmantzy bottles of for Christmas and New Year's. Only because they were on sale, marked down to $25 from $50. I accidentally drank them both () yesterday. On the bright side, apparently good doesn't give me a screaming hangover like even a single glass of cheap plonk would.

A bottle of Carmeniere and I'm decidedly squiffy. Singing along to Florence and the Machine at the top of my voice to end a lovely day.

you can always tell when you've had enough to drink = everyone else is laying down

Niwt, I'm a public servant and so are most of my friends - no, make that 'all of my friends in Canberra'. This probably explains the drinking.

Pc, cheap plonk is evil. I'll never forget a Christmas barbecue thingy in the mid-70s where Mum got stuck into the cheap sparkling wine. I'm on record as saying, 'Daddy, why is Mummy laughing so much, and why is Father Christmas carrying her to the car? She's gone a funny colour.' The eventual side-effect of this was that Mum trained us to have expensive tastes in fizz. (And I have just realised, to my horror, that I'm now about five years older than Mum would have been then. Heck.)

Iago, I ended up singing along to the Dresden Dolls last night as I cleaned up the broken glass from the picture that spontaneously fell off the wall. Have fun; the lungs deserve a work-out sometimes.

Prof, if there's nobody else present, how can I tell when I've had enough?

Get a mirror...

err! I never thought of that answer before


clever buggerthere's always one


s'got me thinking now

I'm thinking too. Ouch.

bet you my brain emits smoke before yours Ivan