Suffering from a train wreck with the booze cupboard

MSG Score: ½ (it wasn’t a very public place)
Al Units: ??? (Can’t do maths or memory this morning)
Silly Grins: sorry, but its still there

Last night got off to a very good start. I was a good house-elf and did loads of chores whilst Mendi was out at a grown-up meeting.

I was just sitting down to veg in front of the TV with a beer when Hedge phones me to say that he, Pixie and Bob are coming over for a chat and a drink, but are bringing home sundry bits of freshly shot game to clean! The mind boggles, but I agree (I know that there was perfectly logical reason to not clean the game at their house, but the subsequent booze washed all logic away) and they soon arrive. Within seconds the kitchen returns to its original use as an abattoir as aforementioned game is reduced to about 12oz of very tasty looking meat. Hedge and I have lots of fun waving bits of dead animal at the disgusted girlies and we even manage to tidy up before Mendi comes in.

By this time, the booze cupboard is open and the train wreck is in full swing as bottles are opened and quaffed with gusto. The evening end at a sensible hour as Bob needs to be taken home.

That just leaves Mendi and me to get all romantic...

Midnight Weather Report – Mild with clearing skies and a half moon. The dew was very heavy.

Suffering from a train wreck with the booze cupboard

MSG Score: ½ (it wasn’t a very public place)
Al Units: ??? (Can’t do maths or memory this morning)
Silly Grins: sorry, but its still there

Last night got off to a very good start. I was a good house-elf and did loads of chores whilst Mendi was out at a grown-up meeting.

I was just sitting down to veg in front of the TV with a beer when Hedge phones me to say that he, Pixie and Bob are coming over for a chat and a drink, but are bringing home sundry bits of freshly shot game to clean! The mind boggles, but I agree (I know that there was perfectly logical reason to not clean the game at their house, but the subsequent booze washed all logic away) and they soon arrive. Within seconds the kitchen returns to its original use as an abattoir as aforementioned game is reduced to about 12oz of very tasty looking meat. Hedge and I have lots of fun waving bits of dead animal at the disgusted girlies and we even manage to tidy up before Mendi comes in.

By this time, the booze cupboard is open and the train wreck is in full swing as bottles are opened and quaffed with gusto. The evening end at a sensible hour as Bob needs to be taken home.

That just leaves Mendi and me to get all romantic...

Midnight Weather Report – Mild with clearing skies and a half moon. The dew was very heavy.

I don't think I'm feeling at all well

I don't think I'm at all well. I'll try and describe my symptoms and hope that you can give me some advice of what I should do.

My hangover faded through the morning due to the application of copious amounts of water and one painkiller.

I ate my lunch without any ill effects and then decided that I had been sitting in one place for too long and needed to get some fresh air.

I went for about a 20 minute walk and kept the pace as fast as I could. I was concerned about how the heat and humidity would effect me but I continued on.

This is when the trouble started. I had walked to the end of a wooded path near where I work and decided it was time to head back. I turned around and then something strange started happening; it felt really weird and I seem to remember something like that happening to me years and years ago. My feet started to lift off the ground faster and faster and my arms started pumping. I didn't like it at all - it felt like a fit, but after searching my memory to the event from long ago I made a mental connection. I was, I can hardly bear the shame of saying it, running.

Please tell me what I should do - I think I need help!!!

I don't think I'm feeling at all well

I don't think I'm at all well. I'll try and describe my symptoms and hope that you can give me some advice of what I should do.

My hangover faded through the morning due to the application of copious amounts of water and one painkiller.

I ate my lunch without any ill effects and then decided that I had been sitting in one place for too long and needed to get some fresh air.

I went for about a 20 minute walk and kept the pace as fast as I could. I was concerned about how the heat and humidity would effect me but I continued on.

This is when the trouble started. I had walked to the end of a wooded path near where I work and decided it was time to head back. I turned around and then something strange started happening; it felt really weird and I seem to remember something like that happening to me years and years ago. My feet started to lift off the ground faster and faster and my arms started pumping. I didn't like it at all - it felt like a fit, but after searching my memory to the event from long ago I made a mental connection. I was, I can hardly bear the shame of saying it, running.

Please tell me what I should do - I think I need help!!!

The Shame of it All

I’ve just received a speeding ticket from the Dutch Police.

I was driving a brand new and extremely shiny Mercedes Coupe that those very, very nice people at Avis had given to me instead of the usual crummy Euro-box Astra.

I opened the envelope with a the thought that I would be getting a huge fine for being caught stress-testing the thing on the way back to the airport – I could have been proud of that. Instead, the fine was for the lowest amount possible – 40.00 euros for doing 63kph in a 50kph zone – how embarrassing can things get.

Its made worse by the fact that I’ve got to tell my friends in our Dutch business all about it because I need them to pay the fine on my behalf in the next 3 weeks or I stand the chance of being arrested next time I trot through Schipol.

I am considering resignation and emigration to avoid the stigma.

Oh BTW, the Merc was good fun – had to take most of the 30 or so people who work in our Dutch offices for a play about the Haarlem industrial estate. The tyres and oil were emitting some rather interesting aromas after the seven or eighth trip! Handling is superb, power is OK (not the big engine), cabin is leathery but bland, but bloody automatic gearbox is horrible.

The Shame of it All

I’ve just received a speeding ticket from the Dutch Police.

I was driving a brand new and extremely shiny Mercedes Coupe that those very, very nice people at Avis had given to me instead of the usual crummy Euro-box Astra.

I opened the envelope with a the thought that I would be getting a huge fine for being caught stress-testing the thing on the way back to the airport – I could have been proud of that. Instead, the fine was for the lowest amount possible – 40.00 euros for doing 63kph in a 50kph zone – how embarrassing can things get.

Its made worse by the fact that I’ve got to tell my friends in our Dutch business all about it because I need them to pay the fine on my behalf in the next 3 weeks or I stand the chance of being arrested next time I trot through Schipol.

I am considering resignation and emigration to avoid the stigma.

Oh BTW, the Merc was good fun – had to take most of the 30 or so people who work in our Dutch offices for a play about the Haarlem industrial estate. The tyres and oil were emitting some rather interesting aromas after the seven or eighth trip! Handling is superb, power is OK (not the big engine), cabin is leathery but bland, but bloody automatic gearbox is horrible.