dronefromsector7G
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If it is you I’ll check Facebook picsI can neither confirm or deny
fat **** is a bit harsh though.....
If it is you I’ll check Facebook picsI can neither confirm or deny
fat **** is a bit harsh though.....
If it is you I’ll check Facebook pics
Err, RobAnd who is the stalker that goes by the handle dronefromsector7G?
Err, Rob
Just after some advice.... I have cut down my alcohol intake, but now eat a packet of caramel digestives every night and can only really function after I have demolished a bounty at 7.30am. I have ballooned in weight by 4 stone, and need help. Anyone have any experience cutting back?
When you live a life of frivolity and luxury as I do, it is surprisingly easy to crack open a chilled bottle of chablis or a nice rioja on a very regular basis. I really (really) like wine and am quite partial to a malt or two as well. There is nothing nicer than a craft lager on a hot sunny day and the recent boom in fabulous new Gin brands has been ay eye opener for me. To digress for a second, I actually learned to mix a gin and tonic in the British Midland lounge at Manchester airport in the many dark evenings I was working in Halifax and flying back to Edinburgh (Halifax would turn anyone to drink). The formulae was quite simple: fill a large glass 2/3 full of ice. stick in a bit of lemon, pour in gin of choice to the level of ice and top up with half an inch of tonic. Mix and mmmm.
So dear reader, it will not surprise you when I say that last week (a monday if I remember), i awoke in the early hours with the distinct and palpable feeling that my internal organs were about to explode. I could feel my liver under my rib cage and it had a consistency of weathered teak. My pillow was so wet, I had to put it through mothers rubber mangle before I laid my head down again.
What to do? I ruminated.
So, I have given up alcohol (at least until our hols at the end of the month).
4 days in, if I have a wobble I just think of John Hurt and his internal organs exploding from his chest cavity like my liver. This has proven quite effective so far. Wish me luck on my journey to sobriety.
When you live a life of frivolity and luxury as I do, it is surprisingly easy to crack open a chilled bottle of chablis or a nice rioja on a very regular basis. I really (really) like wine and am quite partial to a malt or two as well. There is nothing nicer than a craft lager on a hot sunny day and the recent boom in fabulous new Gin brands has been ay eye opener for me. To digress for a second, I actually learned to mix a gin and tonic in the British Midland lounge at Manchester airport in the many dark evenings I was working in Halifax and flying back to Edinburgh (Halifax would turn anyone to drink). The formulae was quite simple: fill a large glass 2/3 full of ice. stick in a bit of lemon, pour in gin of choice to the level of ice and top up with half an inch of tonic. Mix and mmmm.
So dear reader, it will not surprise you when I say that last week (a monday if I remember), i awoke in the early hours with the distinct and palpable feeling that my internal organs were about to explode. I could feel my liver under my rib cage and it had a consistency of weathered teak. My pillow was so wet, I had to put it through mothers rubber mangle before I laid my head down again.
What to do? I ruminated.
So, I have given up alcohol (at least until our hols at the end of the month).
4 days in, if I have a wobble I just think of John Hurt and his internal organs exploding from his chest cavity like my liver. This has proven quite effective so far. Wish me luck on my journey to sobriety.
Kinell !! Just been to the cardiologist, told to cut back the drink, my weekly consumption consists of 1 or 2 glasses of wine per night, 3 pints of lager per match day (so twice a week).