I mention this “pissed” state in a British sense, in that I’m slightly inebriated, not in the yank way of being upset.
I’ve been into town (Nottingham) and been round a few bars, drunk some beer and had an eyeful of the local talent (which is good). This is possibly a good a thing, in that I’ve had a fucking good time, oggled some fine women and drunk some good beer.
I’ve also eaten a Chinese once I made it home. Beef with cashews if that floats your boat. I’ve even saved some for tomorrow.
Life is good.
Did you eat cat in the Chinese restaurant? It was cat you ate, wasn’t it? Rutty ate cat meat!
chow mein!!!!