Wednesday, October 19

I've been eating pizza, curry and burgers of late. I think I deserve it.

Maybe I'll try and run again next week. But for now I'm living the life of Homer.

I've laid off the beer and wine though. Aside that is from last Saturday, when we me and the Mrs went to a birthday do, got smashed and had a drunkard spat.

We've both been rather sheepish since then, inevitably -- a bit embarassed.

It's a sad British ritual I think.

But one thing struck me before we got on the tube, at the start of the evening, that we both found amusing. It involved a drunk, a hard core floozy, and a cross one at that, cursing and slurring  about how he should have done something to someone who had bothered him for no reason, or some-other.

I tuned in and figured that some unruly yoofs had roughed him up, although his addled pride was the only thing that seemed hurt.

"Bloody weekend drinkers!!" he spat.

How we both laughed. I mean that's well funny!

The irony isn't lost on me.