Cocktails
Mar. 2nd, 2007 | 07:29 pm
mood: accomplished
I've always been fascinated by the thinking, consideration, time and expertise that goes into making all the wonderful cocktails available to us, the fussy socializing classes.
Perusing the drinks cabinet today, I thought, 'What the heck!' and set about creating my own liquor-ish allsort.
And, if you will permit me, I would like to share it with you.
You will need:
1. Some whiskey (any kind of whiskey is fine)
2. Some cider (any cider is fine, but I find Frosty Jack works best)
Technique:
Mix it up in a glass, and drink it through a straw.
If anybody is having problems with this, please drop me a line.
Likewise, I still haven't been able to think of a suitable name for my inebriation-creation, so if anybody has any suggestions (nothing silly please) I'd love to hear them!
Perusing the drinks cabinet today, I thought, 'What the heck!' and set about creating my own liquor-ish allsort.
And, if you will permit me, I would like to share it with you.
You will need:
1. Some whiskey (any kind of whiskey is fine)
2. Some cider (any cider is fine, but I find Frosty Jack works best)
Technique:
Mix it up in a glass, and drink it through a straw.
If anybody is having problems with this, please drop me a line.
Likewise, I still haven't been able to think of a suitable name for my inebriation-creation, so if anybody has any suggestions (nothing silly please) I'd love to hear them!
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fucking bad language
Mar. 1st, 2007 | 07:58 pm
mood:
drunk
I work in a shop and there's always music on. Sometimes people complain if there's swearing in the music. It happened the other day when Malcolm Middleton sang a rude word on his CD. He said 'fuck'. A man complained. I told him that when you leave the house, and go shopping in Glasgow- or thereabouts- you should expect to hear some rude words. He asked to speak to the manager. I told him that that was me, and he called me an 'arsehole' and left. Stupid old cunt.
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Umm...
Mar. 1st, 2007 | 07:26 pm
I fell asleep in the Dungeon of Class Worrier
I was asked to leave by the security guard, whilst carrying...
an almost-finished bottle of Whyte & Mackay, a million gold pieces and some fags.
Score: 10 billion
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