Tuesday, 28 June 2011
I feel liike drinking tonight, like drinking tonight.
And I have been. It's royalty payment time, my first ever experience of this. Okay, it's peanuts, barely beer money, because it's a first-quarter payment for an unknown author's first book, no surprise, but it is still the first royalty payment I've ever had so that calls for some kind of celebration involving whisky.
Hence, no sense can be expected from me at all. Maybe a little, but no promises.
Apparently mosquitos are attracted to boozers. Well we've known that for a long time. You know, there was a time not so long ago where nonsmokers sought the company of smokers outside the pub in the evenings. We kept the bloodsuckers at bay. They not only tolerated us, they encouraged us in those days. Times have changed really fast.
Now, the antismokers are free to go elsewhere. Over there with the insects. Have fun with your new friends, smokophobes.
We'll just keep puffing away with our pest-repellent smoke. Don't mind us.
It works on more irritating insects every day.
And now... booze.
Posted by Leg-iron at 01:50