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Jul. 24th, 2006 09:33 amHe drinks a lager drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a lager drink. He drinks a lager drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a lager drink, and he's sick.
Well, in a spirit of doing really stupid things (like going to see Ultraviolet at the cinema) so I can warn you lot not to, I can confidently report that drinking Tesco own-brand 'value' lager which has a best before date of July 2002 is not a very pleasant experience.
In fact, I seem to have spent pretty much this entire weekend just gone on the "Jack Sparrow" diet, which comprises of strong drink and not a whole lot else (two bowls of cereal and a plate of pasta salad, to be precise). From dodgy drinking dens in Soho at 2am on Saturday morning to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raggedy_man's living room floor at, erm, 2am on Sunday morning, I have lived the pirate lifestyle as exemplified by Mr. Depp. When, the morning after a party, you stagger downstairs two hours after every one else to find your host staring at the row of empty bottles and saying in a mock-aggrieved fashion "But where has all the run gone?", it is difficult to maintain an air of innocence by grabbing your head and muttering "Oh, Gooooood". Still, it's true - The JS-plan diet does result in you staggering and slurring your words, but it has yet to make me irresistable to women.
I'm sure this will happen, though. After all, we all know just how much girls enjoy having drunken men leering and pawing at them in the early hours.
In other news, it seems that the Intrepid Fox has introduced a door policy, which I failed. Apparently I'm just plain not scummy enough any more.
Well, in a spirit of doing really stupid things (like going to see Ultraviolet at the cinema) so I can warn you lot not to, I can confidently report that drinking Tesco own-brand 'value' lager which has a best before date of July 2002 is not a very pleasant experience.
In fact, I seem to have spent pretty much this entire weekend just gone on the "Jack Sparrow" diet, which comprises of strong drink and not a whole lot else (two bowls of cereal and a plate of pasta salad, to be precise). From dodgy drinking dens in Soho at 2am on Saturday morning to
raggedy_man's living room floor at, erm, 2am on Sunday morning, I have lived the pirate lifestyle as exemplified by Mr. Depp. When, the morning after a party, you stagger downstairs two hours after every one else to find your host staring at the row of empty bottles and saying in a mock-aggrieved fashion "But where has all the run gone?", it is difficult to maintain an air of innocence by grabbing your head and muttering "Oh, Gooooood". Still, it's true - The JS-plan diet does result in you staggering and slurring your words, but it has yet to make me irresistable to women.I'm sure this will happen, though. After all, we all know just how much girls enjoy having drunken men leering and pawing at them in the early hours.
In other news, it seems that the Intrepid Fox has introduced a door policy, which I failed. Apparently I'm just plain not scummy enough any more.
