Feeling suitably old
Monday, 15. June 2009, 17:26:38
It was my birthday on Saturday and I celebrated by drinking alcohol during almost every hour of daylight over the week-end in the company of friends. I am now feeling understandably knackered, but chilled.
Tonight it will be early to bed with a cup of warm cocoa.
Bizarrely, I woke up hangover free on both Sunday and morning. I say bizarrely, because these days I usually have a bit of a fuzzy head if I have two swift pints after work, whereas 8 pints and a couple of belts of whisky spread over a 12 hour period seems to be the sort of pace that my body metabolism can cope with.
Getting a group of old friends together should, in theory, be a lot harder these days as people move further and further away. Either my friends are really sad types who so rarely get invited out they are prepared to travel long distances for an afternoon of talking bollocks and raising the right arm or, my preferred interpretation, they are loyal types who highly value my friendship.
Referring to the AA, I see that one couple drove 85 miles from Spalding in Lincolnshire to spend five hours at the gathering, another drove 205 miles from Liverpool to spend the entire week-end at my gaff (without once bad-mouthing Manchester United so far as I recall, which must be some kind of record) while a third drove 120 miles from Nottingham to play board games on Sunday afternoon and evening.
Others braved public transport to reach quaint Hertford and I can only hope that they also made it safely back home. Some of them, particularly those travelling back to equally quaint Kingston upon Thames, are probably still in transit.
I think if you trawl back far enough (about two years) through my blog you will find some fairly equivocal comments from me about Hertford but I am slowly coming to appreciate the place. Interesting buildings, lots of decent pubs, at least two breweries, a castle, a theatre, a cracking tea room offering 14 different types of tea, a fair amount of live music on offer and more hairdressers and nail bars than seems economically viable.
Then again, I am getting old.
Tonight it will be early to bed with a cup of warm cocoa.
Bizarrely, I woke up hangover free on both Sunday and morning. I say bizarrely, because these days I usually have a bit of a fuzzy head if I have two swift pints after work, whereas 8 pints and a couple of belts of whisky spread over a 12 hour period seems to be the sort of pace that my body metabolism can cope with.
Getting a group of old friends together should, in theory, be a lot harder these days as people move further and further away. Either my friends are really sad types who so rarely get invited out they are prepared to travel long distances for an afternoon of talking bollocks and raising the right arm or, my preferred interpretation, they are loyal types who highly value my friendship.
Referring to the AA, I see that one couple drove 85 miles from Spalding in Lincolnshire to spend five hours at the gathering, another drove 205 miles from Liverpool to spend the entire week-end at my gaff (without once bad-mouthing Manchester United so far as I recall, which must be some kind of record) while a third drove 120 miles from Nottingham to play board games on Sunday afternoon and evening.
Others braved public transport to reach quaint Hertford and I can only hope that they also made it safely back home. Some of them, particularly those travelling back to equally quaint Kingston upon Thames, are probably still in transit.
I think if you trawl back far enough (about two years) through my blog you will find some fairly equivocal comments from me about Hertford but I am slowly coming to appreciate the place. Interesting buildings, lots of decent pubs, at least two breweries, a castle, a theatre, a cracking tea room offering 14 different types of tea, a fair amount of live music on offer and more hairdressers and nail bars than seems economically viable.
Then again, I am getting old.
WIDGETIZE
Dennis # 20. June 2009, 15:14
Here in the U.S., it's Fathers Day tomorrow, so 'Happy Fathers Day', too!