Yor my behst mate.

Long time, no drunk

2007-04-15T01:46:00.000Z

it's been a while since anyone posted hon here and i'm not even sure that anyone still reasd this but i currently fit all the criteria aso i figured id post.

good things htat hapened today:

1. man u got thorugh to FA cup final
2. Claeavers managed to watch said football match at a stranglye odd time int he fater noon but she enjoyedi t none the less. not so sure her neighboures did.
3. cleavers got a chance to catch up wtih roommate
4. cleavers got chatted up in a bar

bad thinds that happened today
1. itwas cold
2. cleaveres had to go tot hegym
3. it's not even 10pk and she's drunk and not sure if she iwll make it to the gig or if cabbaging ot in ront of the telly on the sofa is the sfafest and best thing todo

hello again, and good bye again, and i hop;e that this website takes off again. it think it should as it craxck me up every thime.

Thinkin about drinkin with youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

2006-11-26T01:09:00.000Z

How. How have I gone so long without posting on here???? And how is my speliing and typing so good???

I beeen to a private party in what used to b Bar Ice. Had such a good time, I didnt rea;ise how long it had been since i went somewnere that wasnt full of two faced asian ppl, was so good.

Well iu have finally been introducedyday to the delights of jungle juice (smirnoff ice, bac breezer orange and wkd blu) and today to the delights of blackcurrant and lemondare and southern comfort....girls, both drinks r lush

aoso i meant lemonade not dare. i am a teacher at a hight school in cardiff. In ely. ROUGH as. But i love it. when the teacer i am covering comes back, i might lock him in the cleaners cupboardso i can continue working tehre. kids r fab, hard work but that makes it all more rewarding when i get something good out of them!!!

need tl b sick i th i,l. bye

It's been a while

2006-11-19T07:43:00.000Z

i's==s been a whioe since u've posted here

but hey, better late than neeer, is what i awlay say

i really don't ehave anyting that intersteing to seay. it was just a 'hellpo'. how is eerojne , adn trusting tat things were doingfine.

go figure

clearly canadan

that is, if they ant me to tasya

m

warning

2006-10-17T02:28:00.000Z

expressing things on the internet may make you bolder than nornmal.

You may get in trouble, butt you may also get congratulated for telling the truth.\
I'm kind of drunk and kind of upset right now.\
Well, not crying upset but it just feekls like someone has punched me full outg in teh chest.\
the "enter:" key is too close to thety "\" Key

2006-09-10T19:58:00.000Z

Dear me it has been such a wjile since i did this. notb that I havben't been drunkard, justv that I haven't been drunk and in charge of a computer! Had a mixed up fun day today with friends, although they were a bit weird at tinjes. There was a hario krishna festival thoing that was gponmg on right next to where we were haveing a quiet drinlk betb ther wwas also a skate festioval with the bigeest vert ramp in the uk which was cool. They hadsome banging drum and bass and we watched them doing some cracking vtricks as well as wqatching them fall off alot too.

work tomoorw whoch will be swucky ands nthen back to ther old hum drum life!

There is the Anti-Christ, but...

2006-09-10T02:07:00.000Z

I am the anti-pull.

Ask me out for a good night.

Ask me out for a laugh.

Ask me out to have something random happen.

DO NOT ask me out if you need to pull, it just won't happen around me. I don't go ON THE PULL, I hate that phrase with a passion. I don't know why, but it just grates me. This isn't to say that I don't 'pull', because I do. But I don't deliberately go out to do that. Girls come up to me because they want a bit of fun, I won't just do it for the sake of it. Fuck off.

Also, don't get angry at me because YOU can't pull. Although it's completely my fault because I'm the anti-pull - don't fucking blame me. You may come out with the excuses:-

Oh, maybe I'm not drunk enough.
There are no nice girls tonight.
I can't be bothered to pull

But you are just lying to yourself. It's ME, I am unwittingly radiating not-pulling-ness.

I'm tired, my tongue is swollen up and I've run out of humourous (sp?) things to say. But I'm still going to stay out because I love being out. This doesn't mean that I'm hanging on until the end of the night to find some 'hottie'. Perhaps I don't want to pull, perhaps I don't give a shit right now. You do what you bloody want for fucks sake.

Fuck fuck.

Still tomorrow, I'm gong to wake up and whinge about what we missed. But I don't mean it, I'm saying it because that's what blokey society has instructed me to say.

Fuckety Fuck.

I've run out of stuff to say, the above may not make anyt sense but I mean it. There's the truth in there somewhere.

ps I think I love* the barmaid in Pitcher & Piano, Swansea.

*Not really, I'd just like to smother her in honey and lick it all off. Then make a hot chocolate and drink it while she dances in the corner of my room to a NERD track. I'll watch and then she'll jump on me when she's finished the dance and we'll do filthy things until the morning. In the morning she'll bring me a bowl of Crunchy Nut cornflakes because they're ludicrously tasty.

Not enough booze

2006-09-04T21:53:00.000Z

There is not enough booze in my hose. Fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I get around.

2006-07-03T02:03:00.000Z

Ukraine.
Norway.
Lithuania.
Georgia.
Mexico.
France.
Germany.
Ireland.
Scotland.
England.
Estonia.
Australia.
New Ziland (deliberate before anyone gets cocky).
South Africa.

They all met the nicest Welsh guy in the world, or was I canadian? who knows. I am the master of cunning.

That fucking guilt

2006-06-20T03:15:00.000Z

You know tha guilt that comes when you've been drinking? That feeling that you are wasting away your life and pissing away all the talent and opportunity that God gave you just sitting in pubs and talking shit.

Why does that have to come? It pushes in from behind the eyes and ruins what was otherwise a perfectly good day. Everything was going great.

Weather? Great. Beer? Great. Atmosphere? Great.

And then that fucking guilt pushes in. I hate it, man. It makes me feel old.

Phil HA Monic

2006-06-18T00:55:00.000Z

Since when did i t get o rough in there? There was the campst bloke in the world (wearing a sleeveless white hoody, sick) and sum guy sneezed over me and me with my OCD madehim wipe my back then i just got home n showered.

N fat cats not all that. And Is It let the side down too. Cardiff was not good today - disappointing. Will stick to Tantra!!

hello dahlinks

2006-05-20T06:24:00.000Z

why is it that whenere i go out with geek i always end up having more booe than i intedn?

take this evening for instance. we have a long weeeknd here in candaa. for some reason tht copletely eludes me, th canucks cleebrate qu4een victorisas birthday so we get monedya off. as a result the icty is empty

cue time for me, geek, ubergeek, his misua and dor boobs to get tother thr gor a little drink or two.

it was supposed to be quite.

i was only going t have tone pint of cider.

th ereaseon i was only going to havfe one pitne of cider is that i have lost more weight nad i wnat to keep it up

four pints of cider late rnad her i am

but idon't care

honestly

but at times like thiese, i o do miss my roommate

Man, I love Guinness

2006-05-14T17:18:00.000Z

After sex, my two favorite things are:

2) Guinness

3) Dutch Crunch Original Kettle Chips (crisps)

The goal to life is to have all three within a pretty close timeframe.

Aarti's brthday

2006-05-06T03:56:00.000Z

So. Yea yea Tantra so it was. Am slightly drunk- too many Hypnotiqs and lemonade (yummmm!)
How old am i? I cried during the evening in Tantra - long story and its between my brother and I (and his best friends wh are also like my brothers!). Ihad to ghave a vegi furger n chips
I havent slept prperly in days coz of sasignemtn. Handed it in today yeaayGUTTTED!!!!!!

Bank Holiday Weekend

2006-04-30T19:21:00.000Z

So. What a fantastic weekend so far. Not that I have done any siignment work. I have been to busy.

My cousins here from USA studying in London. Her friend and she have cm to Cardiff for the long weekend,,, Saturday was spnet in the bay then at family's around cardiff. Then loaded with a bottle of JD, Southern Comfort and Malibu, we ended uip in Alto Lusso opposoite the Jurys Hotel in my cousins flat getting 'mash up' as my brotehr n cousins sayy...

And yep TANTRA! OH MY DAYS, Players Ball was shit. Very shit. But we were merry when we got there and merrioer when we were in there. Freaky coz I offered 1 guy a weeks job doing my gardening when he finishs uni. This morning ,y Husband picked me up from the flat, when we got home - someone had cut our front garden grass!!! Spookyh.

Do not mention my lack of assignment work or school work. Panic tomorra night.

So. I went to the sikh temple and did my sshpiel on the microphone about bone marrow transplants. And then when i walked away i caught my foot ont he wire and FLEW down the aisle. HOW embarrasseing,. Drinking to forget They are lucky I didnt start snorting when I laughed!!!

Im back again. Drunk again. Whatever has happened to me OI was such a good indian girl. So. Tomorrow is drunken bowling afternoon after shopping. I got id'd in athe Captains Wife today. Ive been buyign drinks there since i was 17. A;though thats only 4yrs ago. 4. 9. Same thing. And i triied smokin sheesha today for first tuime ever. Was...interstoing

ur in Cardiff pls come to out on Friday for my birthday.

Byut thaats sad asking ppl online to come out. So forget that.

Your mother loves me

2006-04-23T23:55:00.000Z

Huw once told me his mother reads my Welshy blog. Now, Curly's mate Osian has told me his mother also reads that blog.

I am going to have this put on a shirt: "Your mother knows who I am."

(Three sentences, four links)

Cardiff is crap

2006-04-23T03:10:00.000Z

I enever thoiught i wdu say (sory no backspace butto still) but i weanna leave cardiff. never ever in ym life have i said that. i made hsband move back from reading so i cud b in cardiff wiht everyone i love. but now i wnna move away, m stop going to bloody tantra everyweekebed (even if my brther gets me in free although he isnt at work, its the same ppl sam emusic n asame shite.)

so there were tree gus from school. 1 of them called me a GEEK! A GEEK!?!?! I dont think so. I no nothing about pcs so no idea how i am a greek. or geetk. i reallt wanna move. i wanna see no one indian. o want a week wiht n o one one one ever tha t i know. i need to be th eold aarti who hanmgs wit white ppl (cept hsband n rashimi etc).

night .

worst bloody hairut ever

2006-04-20T03:53:00.000Z

when it comes to geting my hair cut, i'm pretryt laid back. i have good, thickhealthy hair, i dnm'; mind or the most part hat they do iwth it. whatever they do, it's never so ac that it can't grovw baclk

today was a different matter. i deciceded that my hair neeedd cuting. it had grown far too ong. i booked in tiwht my usual hairdresser. she wan'st availavble. i got francois. he was bloody awuf. i had to tell him every singblf ebloody thing to do withhis scissors.

the cut itself isn't that bad. it's the bloody styling that lets it all down. i have short, frizzy hair. i hae to strightne it every singel day. so when I ot ot the hairdresers i tllel them that i have to straighten it every singel day/ usually they listne to me. Oh no, not francois. i had to tell him every single little bitof hair to straignte. i tol ehim i wntete it to kinda flick out at the bakc but not like th Steptfor wives. what do i get? i get Stepformd wives.

at one point, when he was wielding th straigtners, i wnatedd to grapb the m out of his hands and tell him I could do a much better job.

instead, I did what any slef effacing bring wtout do.

"oh, that's lovely, i thintk it really sutis me. youve; done such a good job"

I'ms uch a alame ass.

It'll look o much betyter when I do it myself in the mornign.

Vasaosakhi 2

2006-04-16T03:08:00.000Z

Ok am tupinmh im the dakr still backspace keyless sorry. i am so much bimbo*er than the rest of u its so bad. i have been to a vasiakhi party at sum 1's hotel n had too myuct to drink. And then went to tantra in my indian ckothes. But hada bad experinece with sun 1 (actually 2) and am not happy;. nfact lets say tge night wrnt tso well bt not onthe blcoke fromt. cant espplaing Congirdential. sectreat galore

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx uur [pst are so muhc more deep n meaniggful!!!!

Happy Vaisakhi

2006-04-15T01:51:00.000Z

Ojk so im not sikg sikh (backasapce button still doesnt exist on this stupid ketboard - tos a bad idea to clean ketbyoard by taking all kets out to clean coz i broke stupuid most important button!!)

Bt its the sikh new year. Vaisakhi. So I went t o their temple on my little Ethnic Minority Bone Marrow crusade - didnt get to announce it (gna go back Sunday n talk to them) but it was interesting to see how this religion celebrated their new year. And saw some faces (very good looking faces still I must ssay) from my past. Wish I was still 21 again. 21 not married and in those lsat few months of uni when i 'knew' the gorgeousest blokes.

Ooh and I went ot he Philharmonic Crly. No Tantra for me today. And saw Mat James and Gavin (forgot surname, has/had blog?)

Really need a non alcoholic frink. byree

FEISTY

2006-04-09T01:56:00.000Z

I've discovered a nrw artist- her name is feist, and I love her.
I love rock n roll, but more than that, I love smooth mellow tunes. I'm studying like everyday is exam day, I stopped at 11h tonight, it is saturday after all, however I dropped everyone before going to the club, I do prefer to be at mt friends house, listening to the guitar play, drinking smoothly, no wories, only good music and people I want to be around. ast time I wrnt to a club I feel asleep on a guy who kept telliong me how much he liked my shoes, it was round 5am to my defense.. and he was boring! I almost made it to this blog, but really...coulndt
Cruel cruel.
plus i do need ot keep my wits about me tomorrow and wake up early, lest i think i should cut someones arm off when all they need is their temperature taken...hahahhha don't worry i'll never cut YOUR arm off. (unless ou ask me nicely and offer a cup of tea after)
anyway...
remeber folks, you can do what you want, you can do it today, ou can make it all true!
it's easy, if you want to say yes say yes, and if you want to say no say no, there's a million ways to go, you know that there are!
there's a million things to do!
if you want ot sing out sing out. and if you want to be free, be free!
(thanks cat stevens)

xo

You need to nail her

2006-04-09T01:49:00.000Z

So.

Listen you lot.

It's party time. If you ever want to go for steak when yhou're hammered is Steak by night in Swanse,a, the bar stff might be from Poland... adm the Polihs workj for steak is 'steak' which I tought was shit.

so, all is well on the western front, whatever that means. I'm not that drunk, well maybe. But htat's no t the point. I went to Exeter the other dat, tyhat was fun. I ran into some blokes from Swasnra ewhic was cool. they were gong to have words but once they realised I was Welsh, ther bought me drinks. so I had a good niught in the end.

Ummmm. I hafd some ral pearls of wisdom to impart but I judt can'r be honest to be honest. 18oz is as miuch as I can take. If you want the phone number of the hot wairess, just ask me.

ps. I have the best view from my bed in the world*. I can see the sunset while I lie in bed, I am tggrluy blessed. Not by god but through my own hard work and determination.

Mmmmmmm going to bed now, don't cause any trouble pkay kids.

pps. Cleavers - you are wicked. Don't evber stop drinking because you are comedy guinness. I 'm gonna meet you onw day, so donb't gop getting sober anytime soon. okay?

ppps. I feel sick now.

pppps. I am getting really sick of peas.

ppppps. Not the green kind, nut teh letter 'P'

pppppps I got lost in Stansead terminal once. Whic was stupid, I went the the Irish bar and ran onti one of my mates.

ppppppp Oh ogd.

pppppppp I need bed now, go away okay.

ppppppppp Definate.

pppppppppp Dont lose.

*Swansea

cheeze on toadt

2006-04-01T04:19:00.000Z

So my mate us sleepin ove. Jus made u s chesse on toast at like430am. and now we;re up cahttigh. Bit drubj, or very drunk whatrver.

Is triging work.

Also backspace buttonn not working. Why can i hear hear birrd - sbihot we

ipod tatic

2006-03-29T05:48:00.000Z

i loe my ipod - generally

but unfortuatnely, it appears to have taken a w=turn for th worse

all of a suden, it is showing an unhapy face. that is not good. being the technologically savey person that i am, of course i know what to do

this involves typing itno gooogle - my ipod has na unahhpy face, pc

appaprently, it's very important to type in pc as the results will be dfifferent for a pc than from ra mac

apparnetly

so, i've now plugged my ipd into my computer to see what happes

becuase i am off to nyc on thrusay and i need my ipod

i nedee my ipod

ineed my iod

i need my ipod

i knew iwould wirte it correctly given enought tries

mmm'kay

2006-03-18T12:22:00.000Z

ok this is gonna be worse than iusuql coz im on a french keyboard i am trying hard to concentrate on the letters as i type so that this all works out;
i dont like the nez bond guy; in fact i never liked the bond fil,s to begin zith except i like sean connery hes hot for an older felloz i zoulnd minf crossing paths with his son:::i dunno if he even has qny kids
shit im totally english typing i forgot::::
ok anyway
i dont really have much to say otjher than im at a friends house zriting this and she is cool tonight ze had a party..zell in fact it was more a "cpe" party) thisis beciuase for the past week i hhavent been a good stufdent and have been rioting instead ) i spoke to mu best friend who happens to shop at christophle qnd diotr and she thinks i, a clozn for rioting qand she mocks me by calling me a communist: there hasnt been communism since the prehistoric ages) no china nor ussr nor cuba are communist they stove for it via socialism: im not q communist i just want to ::oh fuck it i am not debating this with you noz

anywya i like quebec becuqe they 'offer security the law there is so intense and protective of the people i love it
in the states forget it) you ,ay as zell die no one cares and iln afraid it will be the same here
i like britan becaude they offer health care for theuir poeple and yet remain xcapitallistic i dont like the fqct that they remain copitalistic but i like thqt they cover the heath care::: hey im an active volonteer for msf what do you expect i love people not money so i cant really pretend that i am happy with ppl who shop at dior nor matter how much i love themm
tomorroz i wake up earlt to occupuy a place i cant discolse as it is a secret
i got interviezd byt he ,edia
i looked like shit in fact mu famil y things im seriously sick but im not i jhjust havet slept a lot lately cow i of course do not wantt of fail my classes: to be an activst dr see;s to sshock although any other way wouldnt make sense to ke::so sleep qnd food qre li,nnired to chips and bensches in my uni: tonight i am sleeping in her couch im pretty ha^^y it zill be warm
ok i lost concentration the mix of keyboadr and wine is just aq mess
im not even that drunk itrs just rthr azerty vs the::qwerty
i think i got that right
oh and by the way CURLY is the noicest guy on the plqnts: i dont cqre what i wrote in my blog about the sweetest guy= curly just wins the priwze
he sent me llike 12 albims ^PLUS wait till u hear this= commentaires on what to listn to etc:: for mu birthday and qll the songs fukin rock
curly no matter where my heart is i swear you are emlected best man of the year
si you gotta fight for your rights to party and everything else
life is good

time shifting

2006-03-18T06:54:00.000Z

i juwts wrote a post.

byt becaue of the tieme differenc it loosk as if it wrote it before mona when in fat i wote it after her

v bizzare

i love hte how e time differenc ething

bed for eme now

the luck of the irish

2006-03-18T06:51:00.000Z

not oing to gbe anywhere near as interesting a mon'as post

but

for a county that is not paticularly irih, thye seem to celbrate it in awesome dstyle

all th eirish pubs are packed out to the max

anything that is near an iarish pubbu isn't an irish pub is aced out t t the mszc

just becausei; ve an english accent they kind of thikn that i'm vaguely irish

ut i'md not

i'me enlgihs

and proudof it

anywya,therew was a lot of green, a lot of chat, a lot of boose

and now it just leaves me to say

happy st pattrics' day to you alland i h;e that enough alcholc was quffed tpo sink a battleshuipe

bon soir

arrive dechi

spo9koini notchi

i missmty mum

bueno nochie

tame

2006-03-13T02:26:00.000Z

This has got way too fuckin tame.

Jesus. m JK is NOT cute, that's not fair. I AM the cute one.and that is the end of it. K?

Well, this morning my teeth were bleeding but htat's because I srank/smoked/danced/ate too much. I didn't actually do any of that because I passes out at 9pm. I am sio cool.

Anyway, some girl called Lucy said that I was talking to her last night but I wasn't sure. Lucy said that I was funny so that's giod. Karen backed her up and said tha I was funy tkoo.

We went to Lloyds bar and has a few more drinks wotj so,e cool video production compnany called Phaelon or sometings. they were cool.

Right, the message was:0

Art - You srink= too much for an Indian girl.

Mona - You are funny, I like you. If I met you in a bar I would tell you my best jokes and stories.

Cope - If I met you in a bar I would not speak Welsh because you would put me to shame. Despite your Northern pronounciation.0

L - nuff said. Im lookuing forward to meeting u.

Huw _ met u already, you are funnyu. Not quick but qwhen yiou put a sentence ogether, it's well constructed*. *(has a punchline)

Mum - You shouldn't be reading this.

Laura - Nice to meet you tonight.

Everyohne else - I don't care at the mo. (Apart from the Toothless Teenager who I think is the coolest person alive.)

K. Nite kids.

Blokes

2006-03-12T04:48:00.000Z

Girls tell me are blokes not the cause of all evil. this week i have had a friend come over rthree times coz she n her bf split - he og course friggna chdeated on her stipid prat after 3 yras of oging out. Anoter friend has a reall bad ex and i have had countless telephone calls n face to face conversationms with both mates n it makes me wanna cry. i nfact i just cried on teh way home in the taxi. the guy i was with (Who goes out wit mey other mate Arti n I have threatened to break his lehgs if he doesnt matrry her) had t listen to whow worried i am aboiut the 2 girls etcetc.

eve i am boring myself how deptresssing has my week bene. My lil 8yr old cusn dies, my mates split with her bf of 3yrs, ym oter mats ex is hard work, school is hard work and i have just spent the night in tantra with lots of asian n black ppl (of which randoms kepts saying "AAAAAAAAA rteeeeee, Tico's sisert, u aint allowed out, you are married n shud b at home!?!) followd by Zync. OIm so tired. n cold. i can heard brids outside. dam tume for bed -

this blog is fab by the way xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh no

2006-03-10T22:56:00.000Z

So I work in a pub.

Sometimes.

Other times, I work for Kenneth Branagh.

Don't ask.

Tonight, I was working in the pub.

After which, I got drunk. In the pub. It was quite nice.

I have a not quite girlfriend. She's a marine biologist, and she's currently in Honduras saving underpaid fishermen from evil American corporate types. I miss her, and it seems that Kronenbourg makes me miss her more.

I wrote her a poem.

In the drunken spirit of sharing, here it is, with the preface that I seem to have given it in the e-mail I sent her.

I'm embarrassed enough about sending it, so I thought I might as well make it ten times worse by sharing it with the internet.

Thank god I write under a pseudonym.

Gah.

By the way - Belle & Sebastian? Better after booze.

*Bops quietly to self*

If her response is amusing enough, and I'm suitably inebriated, I'll probably post it.

" I should point out that this is not my best work. Most of it doesn't even rhyme. However, it does scan, plus or minus the odd trochaic and pyrrhic substitutions*. So I guess it's okay.

Ode to a Marine Biologist (Absent)
The Woman's gone to foreign climes afar
So I must practise Poesy on her.
The crazy lady's gone to save the men
who fish for lobsters 'midst the Honduran
coast, at great risk to life and limb;
She's brave, and smart, with passion overflowing;
She cares too much, and has a lovely bum.

So, fair gods of seas, of air, and land,
I beg, return to me in one fine piece
Marine Biologist extraordinaire;
A Lightweight, Sweetheart, friend and maybe more
Whose chat and kiss I miss, and whose bum I adore."

*I'm amazed that I remember these terms at all, let alone after Too Much Beer. Yay me.

***Update***

Even in my terrible state, I'm already massively embarrassed to have ever written this, let alone to have posted it. Just thought you should know. The desperate mock-epic style is especially grimace-inducing. Hence the post's title. Will go and lie down now.Mitigating circumstance - the poem was composed in the space in 6 minutes.

That's no excuse, I know.

Bleurgh.

nobs

2006-03-04T03:28:00.000Z

Okay, form an orderly queue, get in line and take a ticket. Chris is available, he's a good laugh, he's sweet and knows how to treat a girl, he can't afford roses but he'll try his best to draw one so it lasts longer, he's well travelled and he has SO many contacts in different countries if you want to visit.... But there's one stipulation,

You HAVE to have a boyfriend. Yep, that's the only type of girl I attract. If you're single, you won't be interested. FACT. You know what? my type of girl is short and brunette, but I ALWAYS get tall blondes. I must be the only guy pissed off by this.

Tonght, lovely girl. Talking to her for ages, her boyfrfiend was only 6 feet away but he was too scared to talk to me (I must look scary).... at the end of the night she was giving me all teh good stuff - a little kiss, she couldn't keep her hands off me but when I asked her to come back - she said that she had to go back to her bfriend. WHY?

This is one of many examples - Im not a slut ot anyitnhg but it's jusrt a fact of life.

God damn. Can't believe I'm writing this, I promised myself that I'd never write about girls but hey, here I am. yakking liek there' s no tomorow.

Wekl, here's to you all - I hope your high opinion of me has disintegrated.

Fuck thi.s.

I am a rock

2006-02-28T21:42:00.000Z

an islannd

my buddy alain is here, he felt ad for me becuase i am not so happy as of late- he brought two bottle of wine and dinner- we have been drinking since 5h (wiuth the apero and all and are in a very happy syate) he is laughing at me becuase i actually have writtn in this blog before-and here i was trying to show off- he says i shouldnt be drining so much- but is pouring more alcoj=ol in my cupp!! he is yelling in my ear telling me every mistake i make- but i explain to him we are not allowed to change what we write- it is the drunken code

now he woud like to add some thigns- although he is not a memeber i will allow him- plus he can speak english so it will not e in french- i grew up with this ass- i love hi,

hii drunken people who have a website that write in this and read it

um i dunno what the fuck to write in this- i wont censor myself like she does- she really has a fowl mouth- for those of you that think she is sweet-you are in for a surprise- she showed me what she writes- she is showing you her good side- but at least she is a lot of fun and i love the bitch too- oh wait her ex bf is trying to cal her- he wont leave her alone. hes an asshiole and lives in canda and should leave her alone she has been here for i cant count a long time now i want her to fuck around with just anyone ut shes decided shes a nun and wiont give anyone a chance wat a snob- what a waste of such nice titties- im gay but i do like nice ttie
oh shit i thought i closed this phe
ok fuck it im gonna go drink someomoe

....okim not allowed to read this yet- i dunno why i feel i will regret it
are we able to have live debauchery online- please dont be angry if he said some bad things- he has an evil grin on his face and is telling em to leave you all alone and continue this evening- i dunno how the hell im gonna wake up tomorrow but i am sure that right now i am feeling GOOOOOOOOOOOD
(good thing you cant hear me sing- i get even better when waster)

Sup Fuckers?

2006-02-25T02:13:00.000Z

Well.

Back it nte Cardiff again. It's al good fun so far.

It's weird. I don't live in the big C but whenever we got out somehwere, opeople still come up to me more often than they come up to residents if this place. I put thos down to me being pretty loud and noticable but it's not just that. Someone asdked me tonight aboput a blonmde girl inthe bar "Ah, that's Kelly" I said, my friend was amazed so he quizzed me further - "Who's that gilr then?" - pointing to another blonde girl - I was stumped, "hold on" I said "Steve -who's that girl there?"... "That's Kate" Steve replied. Again my friend was gobsmacked, I failed at now knowing who some hot girl was but I bounced back by asking a seemingly random bloke the same question. we got the asnwer in the end.

So, the maroal od teh story is. Don't sleep with Bar staff - they know everything. BUT they can get you free tickeys to stuff. Wicked.

ps I was never bar staff, excpet in Newquay, but that wasd before I was pronounced king of Cardiff.

So - goof night y'all. And NEVEr pay £20 for steak, even if you are as drunk as me.

WORD.

Don't lose.

Fuckface

2006-02-25T02:12:00.000Z

This is my first post to the drunken blog.

So, hello.

Tonight, I had some Sambuca with my Hungarian friend Baz. He's a journalism student.

We were discussing media bias, I think.

Me: So, what do you propose as an alternative?

Baz: Honest Journalism.

Me: Such as?

Baz: Well, my first column would be called 'Hungarians are mother-fuckers'.

Me: Why?

Baz: Because they are, and all people are, and no-one else will say it. And when I've said that Hungarians are mother-fuckers, I can start calling everyone else who's a mother-fucker a mother-fucker. Simple.

I love Sambuca.

I want some Houmous. I don't know why.

Fucking Sambuca.

No typos? What's going on?

Ooh, found some biscuits.

lik a bad penny

2006-02-24T06:19:00.000Z

i keep showing up. th only thing thbat is going to stop me from typing corectly is th facdt that i haeve bloody awful; hiccups

i wouldn't mind but i've only had 4 or 5 dirniks. but thehiccups keep interrubping my typing and my train of thought

the pan tonighg was that we were going to go the othe dance cavce and supprise music mnan. he's our frine sho is a dj and it wa his b'day a few days ago. so we arriange to meet up at the pubt beofrehand = with cake i'll have you know - and then we were going ot go and enjoy his music while imbibng some booze

up until th epoint when we went ot the club, all went well. drinking, conversation. it was fun

then we went to dhe club

and he wan't s djing

apaparently he was 'jetlagged'd and 'ill'

panta na d bloody arse is all I can say

needless to say, we ate the cake, dranks some booae and danced our socks off

before hading home at a reasonalb ehour to ensure that ican get up in 5 hours

seriously, i'mnot aht drunk

i just have very badhicups.

relatively sober

2006-02-19T05:20:00.000Z

i've had a fe drinks but nothing too much

apparenlty, canada were not too good at the old hockey this mnrninging

like man u as well

and the russian has just given carrie a beautifuldress which is not fair

shouldn't wtch thi s whow ehn drunk

but its fun anyway

oh and i'm moving house

Fuck off if you disagree

2006-02-15T18:43:00.000Z

Van Morrison is a musical genius.

I hate guy friends

2006-02-15T02:18:00.000Z

Bit drunk. Sad as on own as husband gone to bed n i turned down offer to go uinto town. woah my spelling s not bad consider am bti tipsy on wine and had a row n deleted my friends num er from my mboile n from tippexed it from my diary n now fereeling guilyty but find i cant call him abqck as i dont have his numner..,

what a gay thing dto do i tell you. Pls kepe me away fromt the wine. *ooh n i chucked up all my pasta, tat was nice. ewww

and again

2006-02-05T07:35:00.000Z

so i fid myself bere again adn i think it's qite sad

i's a ridiculous oc ocle in the norninf and th eonly thing i culd thin k of whas to write here

i watch edht eruby this mornin gand lathoug we winm i didn't relly understrand waht was happheing

and so i'm off to ed onw

knwonikgn tha tsom d drunken irish man wuldn't leave me along

he wa short

ut i mustn'e be shortings a i am quite hsort

you really don't know how muc hI want to go bakc and correcthat I've jus wruitten

ight night

So, I finally speak

2006-02-04T02:33:00.000Z

I am walking to gym, no less opening the door, when I feel something vibrating against my crotch. Sadly, for this story, it was but my phone.
"Hello Sugar," read The Travster’s text, "would you care to drink with me tonight?" That, I decided, I would. I made my way to Angel, despite the best efforts of the drivers of the 73 bus. I fucking hate London bus drivers. Not because I believe they are all cocks, but because i KNOW 5% of them are cocks. Hey moody pants, you might say, it’s only 5%. Let it go. Maybe, I’ll reply, but that’s still 95% who should, if they had any decency, be forcing those 5% of fuckheads out who give the rest of them a bad name.
Anyway, I got there. Okay?
We’d had a few, The Travster and I, when we noticed a lady stood by our side. This in itself was a noteworthy event, but then she spoke.
"Excuse me, are you lot together?" she asked, gestruing at our group in gerneral.
The Travster leant across and cupped my right buttock in his hand,.
"Very much so…" he offered. I perhaps made a show of enjoying this attention more than was necessary.
Said girl came clean with her intentions. She was, she informed us, offering massages. Indian massages, no less.
I, I told her, was already coping with a head swimming in a sea of uncertainty through sleep deprivation: I needed not any more confuusion, Indian or otherwise. The Travster, however, seemed enthralled, and entered into conversation with her. Whether it was the massage, or the exceedingly tight top she wore, I couldn’t say.
After a while, I had tried to sup my beer whilst they conversed, but I found myself drawn back in.
"Where, exactly, Tanya [for this was the name she had introduced herself as having], where, Tanya [I repeated] are you from?"
Essex, came the reply. The Travster perked up at the mention of sex, however roundabout.
"So, how, exactly, are these massages Indian?" I asked
Tanya tried to reply, but by that point me and The Travster were already away, imagining potential situations where a busty Essex girl might erotically smear a chicken tikka masala over a chap’s head.
"It would be amazing," the Travster ruminated, "but you may well get rice in your clothes."I offered some thoughts on how an onion bhaji might feature, but by this point Tanya had crept away from the two beered up loons.

Oh well.

theyvoy is mnine

2006-02-03T07:11:00.000Z

good eeing to all an dsjdy

i't a ery late our in the ornionf

i have to get up in 4 hous s

the thing i

i thin g that no mateter what the duuknene peol say

i'm still short

fat

an not that attarcitvd

ok

i' going to go homne now

because i'st just too embartassing

good night

and so we have it

2006-02-01T03:36:00.000Z

Eight,

To be honest with you, I've been drunk fro the last 5 days. we;;, that's a lie. I only had one biottle on m,onday. Lets' have as summary:-

Thursy - The HSBC incident, we didn't get in too mvch troubke.]

Fri - brilliant night - Think I went gome early.

Sat - hilarious, a friends 22nd birthday. Me and Eirian danced our little arses off, much to the satisfacxtion of other drinkers.

Sund - took it easy but met up with an old friend, we has a great laugh but got too drunk.

Mon - work adn only two beers.

Tues - tonight. Was oing to be quiet buyt Simon and Dave thought otherwise. We had a dance and didn't ruin too many gitrls. met obne of the Irish girls from last year (i love them a load) and then danced more.

tired now - backn hopme tmrw - but back in caerdydd for Lloegr v Cymru

can't wait.

Beer cheese soup

2006-01-31T04:41:00.000Z

Do you know about beer cheese soup? It is beer and cheese in soup form. My wife makes it and it is delicious. Delicious, amigo. Commrade. Hoss. Friend. Pal. Compadre. Cyfaill.

Also deligious is Russiamn beer. My wife bought me some and i drink it all up. No lime. No coconut.

They sell it here and it is bottled by number. I am a big fan of this utilitarian thinking. Don't name it, give it a number. That way I can walk into a bar in Moscow and hold up three or nine fingers. That's what I want -- a three or a nine. God bless you, Russians. I'm sorry to hear that capitalism has crushed your way of life. I'm pretty sure it fucked up ours, too. But I wasn't born then. The plus side is that you get coffee. Anywhere you go in this world, capitalism is there with a nice hot cup of coffee and a Sheryl Crow CD. Sheryl Crow, motherfucker. Men fought and died so you can listen to Sheryl Crow. Lance Armstrong thanks you for buying her CDs. The man's got one nut. Maybe less. And he shags ultra rich Sheryl Cow while you swill coffee in Starbucks. They all look the same. Am I in a Target in Fargo, North Dakota, or a petrol station in Primm, Nevada? Only the receipt will tell.

Iechyd da, Lance. I raise my bowl of beer cheese soup to you.

teaater tooter

2006-01-29T04:32:00.000Z

its important to try and be a good person.
i cant think of anything else to type this time
good niht

Friday driinking

2006-01-27T23:48:00.000Z

So thew thing is that my internet connection is downstairs and G no 1 and her man are wtaching 24 and they are three episodes ahead of nme so I don’t want to watch. szo I am doing this on the owrd processor and I will copy and paste tomooropw without checking for mistakes blah de blah. i will adhere to all of the sfore mentioned rules i swear.

i just had the most surreal night in the pub ever. I invited a fellow blogger to come and see me in my local habitat and really that was a bewad mistake. there was a singing scaryu ladty, a lip reader and haplf of the abonomble snowman. i guress you had to be there but hey, do you wnat to buy a wat5ch?

i am desperately tryiong not to drunk text my possible new man because i would hate if he thought i wqars an a complete piss head but I justr wanna say hey you. i like you. you aree nice.

i have tiold myself that I am allowed to do it in the mortning,.I am so boring sometimes.

well i hope y’all are piseed and happy like frogs.

:o)

Bare Cuba

2006-01-27T08:32:00.000Z

So its early Friday morning - I';m still drink - but its ok, no school, only uni, pehwwwwww.

I dont get uit, was Owain out klast night with Curly??? Should have said! I could have met you!!! Are you going to Halifacx Ball tomorrow nt?

I went to another asuian thing in Cuba this time. Was dead - at one point there were motre white ppl than asian :-( Again i was fastin so come mifdnight, the drinks weer lined up and there was alot of catching up to do.

Asian guys are sooooooooo sleazy its shoicking, all just standing htere n being all yuk and slurpy (if you could see that msn smiley I have, you'd know wot i mean). It was dead last night, we practically had the dance floor to ourselves. The dj was alright - am sure we just head the same songs ocer n over. But thats ok, tere was lots of Raghav songs :-)

Ok need to go sort self out so can go to uni. Shite.

I am a fucking king

2006-01-27T06:28:00.000Z

Some day people will be really fucking impressed by me. Right now they aren't. Right now I just want to sleep. Look at me speaking Welsh.

HSBC

2006-01-27T03:56:00.000Z

Curly ducked!
Oz looked on from above... the security guard had no knowledge of him! Actually maybe we should start from the beginging!

So me (that's oz) and christophe walked from loyds to whertefver we could get our jollies! bearing in mind we'd been to any self respecting bar in cardif in search of a late pint!!! We ended up slightly off the beaten track... where i her you ask... shut up.. and i'll tell you!!

so we're walking past the old 'ST DAVIDS SHOPPING CENTRE" and chris decides to take a short cut... good news methinks and i follow... little did i know this shorrtcut as it was first shown to me was up a dodgy loking alley!

nevermind... i followed... soon we were lost among the doorways of the shoping center,,, oh shit... (ithought) i don't know where i am... no orries.. chris didn't have a fucking clue... but i thought he had so i followed the dumb bastard! up i went to the totally unconspicuous ladder attached to the building (the bank) we climbed... and no-one noticed!!!

For two hours christophe and i scrambled across the rooftops of cardiff much like that of the artfull dodger or iff you know what i mean jimmy the hand! we were the kings of cardiff.. we saw the whole town from above and we were in charge! It made us aware oif the trivial things which we take for granted (i.e. how taxi drivers only take hot women home on a weekend, and also they are usually asian!!!)

As we decided to decend from the roof (after the failure to remove the flag (those scout bastards attached too many reef or whaever gay homosexual hetrosexual imnosexual degometrofantuiguanasexual knots in the flags "the worlds local bank and all") some big fat bastard security guard decided to arrest chriss on the count of benig too good looking... only kidding! he arrested him for being on the roof of a bank,,, bearinf in mind he couldn't find chris.. he had to own up before the big man threw a tantrum... at this point i landed froma nearby ladder to surprise the dimwitted guard... who now did not ahve a clue how to deal with the situation... honest... if the kijng of mars arrived he would have offered him a dorito!!!!!

either way me an chris managed to blag our drubkan ways out o fit... imense!!! tommorow might be a messyt day'!!!

1,000 words

2006-01-23T16:31:00.000Z

wineagain

2006-01-20T20:48:00.000Z

im an early drunk a regualr liteweiht.
i cant handel my alcool. not anymore- what is this clownery? i admit i dont really like clowns..
tell me how did you power beer, im taking an ntlm class i should know these things. oh right I only begn today
i loved it. ususally all my classes are full of girls, this one is full of boys- i love it. i work better with boys, i like the tension. i went out, hapoy hour drunk. am happy- i thought to myself as i was drinking, when i get home i shll do my duty and pst in drunk blog.
im hungry
i like the madelaeines. they are sweet and moist and delicious- moist like my tummy- perhaps wont eat that then..mais non- theyre too good to refuse buti dont have any
i liek wine- i like vodka too.
i think a pint of beer though can suffice
im sure i could keep rambeling
im sure i could keep typgin for hours
im sure if i reread this i will delete more than half but once gain i refrain- gotta get used to it
im supposed to go out to a club tonitgh am tempeted to just stay in bed though
i wish i had accepted that guys proposal. s
argh im a dimwit sometimes but i cant .. i dont.so silly
bu serisouly it hink my ed is better for me amd me aloneright now. [in case i wake up too hungover or decise i am too sick to cuddle you know wht i mean!???can u cuddle when u dotn ow the person?i guess i woll never find out]
bon good night la.
i say goodnight to stop myself from endless rmble.
who gets these anyway== i feel sorry for yu
but then again i dont because its brilliant.
seriously bonne buit- gonna find some food take a shoer and pass out i believe however lame it is for a friday night - if between the shoer and now i get a cal i will go out theough and will post again proper after as i am sre will be even more plastered- unledd once i post i see that this is too long.
seriosuly
gosdd night.
hope there are mny posts this night from ppl arounf the worl partying

me again

2006-01-19T06:20:00.000Z

i'm supopse to be packing as i'm going aways to morrow

however, i find myself blogging - yet agian\
i blame gieek. she maight have been very drukin yesterday evenign but at leat she was able to spell

so, i've habe ben trying to pack thins eeng. i hae a red suitcaes which is now full of clothes that i'm not sure i will wera. it's 1.22 in the morning na dI'm suppose dto be up at 6am to be in a taxi at 7am. i've phone myt fiend s in th euk coz it's 6am there and, of cours, theyare boun to be up as they are on their way to nyc.

i thin theya tthin that i am a drunken lush

have been tryuing to eteach the canadians how to spak with slang in their voabulrlary. the furhthest they have got is 'pants' and 'bloddy nory'. not sure they are gon to gert that far in the uk awith that.

oh lord, i've embarrased myself ones again. oh well, at least i an say that most of the peopel on this site don't kown me.

new yoedk awaits.

My Very first post

2006-01-18T05:34:00.000Z

I'm posting virginally as a druken sod. Brilliant.

Does the fact that I've been sitting in my apartment, drinking vino for uno, make it a sad, sad, state of affairs?

Perhaps.

But I'm tipsy nonetheless. So methinks it should count.

I figure htat Cleavers' posts from our drunken debaucheries covers most of what I would have had to say on other nights that I have imbibed, so I did not feel the need to post forthwith. Pleaze read the above with an English accent.

And Curly, 49 shours ain't nothing. It's when you find out that she got married in that 28 hours that shoud make you a bit concerned. Just a tip from your nealhy neighbourhood fireman.

Go Leafs!@

Nailed..

2006-01-15T03:07:00.000Z

Right, I am again.

If a grill doesn't call you wihtuin 48 hrs of you leaving a message, is that bad?

I have a good story to tell tonight. ABout 2 years ago I met a girl in a queue for a bank teller in Barclayd. I ran back to work claiming that I hadf met the girl of my frea\ms. Everyon ein work just lauhged necause I was alwaysd the cute guy that did everything wrong. I asked if it was okay to ask someont out iif you's justr met tehm in a bank. NO! Was the resounding asnwer.

dOn Monday, I saw her again. I explanied the bank story and it all went good. But I'm worried cos she hasn';t calledf me back - despite munerous texts back and forth.

Oh my god, I am such a sucker for girls thaet have a cute smile.

Don't lose.

2006-01-14T23:51:00.000Z

Drumroll please....

First post.

Numero uno.

Toast is good.

Soory thatw was my stomach talking.

IK have been out with all my mates tonight - happy birthdat Graeme.

I have wine and toast. Woo Hoo.

One sentence per l;ine - I have no idea why.

Pissed people normally have some thing profound to sqqay. All I hyave is that TOAST IS GOOD.

Songs

2006-01-14T02:33:00.000Z

because.

incubus - wishj you were here
incubus - are you in
inxs - Th one thing
inxs - original sin
turin brakes - mind overmoney
art brut - good weekend

oh dear

2006-01-11T06:32:00.000Z

i wa supopsed to b good adn ot be drinkning ut I think I failed

i can't think o fanything t write

we werere in a pub adn met some othre english person

he was a dick

i's now 1.30 in the monrong

i itnk i should go do t
bed

the tempatation to dcorrect what yo write is absolsteluy loody alwayfl

and it's only a tuesday

d ons soir

half twelve

2006-01-11T00:26:00.000Z

on a tuesday morning.

I've had a great coulpe of nights out in the 'diff thanks to a tax rebate which found its way to my house iovwer the mail.

mondaty - best night out in ages, learnt a lot of things. missed worlk obn tuesday, so justchilled out in the pub. I miss living in Cardiff so much. Sawoads of old mates, drank 2 pints in 4 hours then curryu with eirian, osian &bethan, then started o nJD with Os. littkle bit fuzzyu.

I love my friends, and i love cardiff, and I wish I could affotrd to live here again.

that is all, for now.

Funniest moment of the last coupkle of days,

*Scene set in Eirians house at 3am - it's dark"
*Eirian gets out of bed to go to the toilet, can't see a thing but hears Greggers shuffling about in the dark on teh coridoor.*

Greggers:- Eirian, are you naked?
Eirian:- "What teh fuckl? No I'm not!!"
Greggers:- switchde on the light "I AM"

Disgustnig.

wasted on a sunday afternoon

2006-01-08T18:51:00.000Z

ok!! im finally a pert of this and im taing advantage of the fact that i just got home and am completly and unterlly wasted and its not even 8pm yet.. yes the joys of being from a family that enjoys to drink. sundy family meals make it so tha i get to drink the liquor that i cant afford and get my head up to the places it doesnt go to during the week..i dont even know if what im saying makes sense but im forcing myelf to not rea over what i worte just because thoe are the rules,, wait since when do i foillowe the rules????it doesnt matter ofr the sake of this blog i shall becuae i like to drink i like being high i like the stae of euphoria i like to laugh i ike to sing i like to laugh and have everyone around me feel the same- i am in love with life i am in love with everythng that approchaes me right now- alcoohol equals love- whoaa im in trouble!

A small question . . . ?

2005-12-23T15:30:00.000Z

So,

If this is a drunken blog.....if I wish to blog something on my own blog, but yet feel un-inspired, I can just down a mickey of Jack Daniels, wait 20 minutes and try to write here?

If this is the case....

Then, I am in!

P.S. Don't worry . . . I had champagne for brekky

Yes

2005-12-23T07:15:00.000Z

it's me againost

maybe i should be worried nbecause I'm the most profilive authosr on this here blog

i wasgoing to to go bwed at a reasonalbe hour today

instead, i neded up going dancying and not getting home until 217 pm

and i have to be in work at 8

of happy holiday s

as longa s i have my thermal son then i think i will be fine

btw i have a big secret that ic an't tell

and it's ckilling me

it's sudh a nice secret

but i'm nopt allowed to tell

i ust hope that soneone iknow it'sns techologyically savvy

therwise the seret its cout

MERRY CHRISTAMS EVERYONE

oh lord, ihtink i need to s;eeo

Hrgjt

2005-12-22T22:45:00.000Z

Well,

Not had too many tonight, but enough to log in to theis place.

Got a free ticket to the rugby tonight, I was fine until a lovely looking young lady perched herself in the seat in front of me. "I knpow her" I thought. It wwasn'#yt helped by the fact that she kept looking back at me.

I realised after about 68mins of the game - I had pulled her about two years ago, in Cardiff. neither of us said anything, whic was good.

AND also - Kelly Clarksons 'Since u been gone' was the last song over the speakers in teh stadium before kick off.... the friend sat with me laughed his ass off for abotu 3mins, mainly at my recent KC obsession. Girl last weekend even LOOKED like the American Idol winner, amazingly similar - I've been dying to tell everyone but just haven'y got the guts to do it on my own blog

Ho Hum.

Right, going ot go to bed and dream of pizza - I'm starving and need to rtrick myself into thinking I'm full.

NIght.

The problem

2005-12-21T05:30:00.000Z

with hving a blog that's just for drunken posts is that usually i am so druk that i forget to post.

oops, i think ive already broken the cardinal ru;e and done some spellchecking. it's very hard not to, it's in my nature, i'm anal and detail orientated

anyaway as i was saying, usually wen i'm so drunk that iw ould be funny, i forget to blog

so now, i'm meryr, not hammered, nad i thought iw uld write

it' bloody cold outsie here . about minus 10 by all accounts. good job that i've got my thermal son then.

oh lord, we need to get som emore people writing on this here blogo=therwise it'll just be me bleating on as per bloddy usual and noone want sot hear that.

and so to bewd.

i'm going ot crakc some nuts tomorrow

Well Well wekk

2005-12-16T02:33:00.000Z

So,

I thin mkI 'm supposed ro contibute to this.

But I can't hep it because I'm farking lush. the hottest gorl in th e club tonigh twas a 20 year old. I feel SSOOO old. Well, that is what I have to say,,., Apart from all the "hot"5 year olds hitiin gon me too, I HATE tehm.

God. I haven't even had a kebab.

Jesusys,

my first drunkent post

2005-12-11T06:48:00.000Z

it's very late in the evening

I hate politics

i know that this is n't going tomean that much to you

but, i thoght i wouldn be the first to write here

i think i nees to write something that they won't get offended by

everyone knows

goodnight

The Rules

2005-12-09T15:25:00.000Z

Beer is for breakfast round here, drink or you're gone.

Spell checking is for sober people

Try your best not to slag off/bitch about other people, okay? It might be more trouble than it's worth.

Posting is only permitted after consuming alcohol. The volume of the wonderstuff in your body doesn't matter, as long as you're a bit wobbly - it's okay to post.