Be Excellent To Each Other

They come with all of that in the box.

Ikea sell cheap vodka, which is actually drinkable, and also useful for dissolving kola kubes in.

They also sell Kopperberg pear cider for less than a quid a can, which is nice also, although it does just taste like pop.

Maybe you're buying them wrong

I virtually don't drink anymore. I still have beer left over from the poker night.

What about non-virtually?

I JUST SAID THAT

As WC Fields put it, "never trust a man who doesn't drink".

More importantly, as Mr Milligan put it, "never trust a man who, when left alone in a room with a knitted teacosy, doesn't try it on as a hat".

Alcoholics wear teacosies?

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Alcoholics wear teacosies?

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FTFY.

Although as a clue, my facebook relationship status has just gone from "single" to "it's complicated"

Did you write that? Or are Blackberry's stupid enough to shit extra information onto form fields?

Oooh, Simon!

Who's Simon?

Ohhh, OK! See, context! I couldn't work out who a Simon in your family could be without being on the same side of the family as you and not your partner, who isn't called Simon, but Gazchap.

I hope that is Gazchap's real name. That, or Cashzap.

When's he coming back?

That's terrible, you should give away some embarrassing secrets about him to get your own back.

Yeah, it's a scenario not unlike that.

So when you get some of g-love's special sauce you'll tell us all about it then?

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Spill the beans then.

I'm sure we know all Gazchap's secrets anyway. Like what happened in Thailand. And the incident with that goat farmer. And the time he got married in bizarre circumstances. It's all in the archive somewhere.

He has a sunburned todge? What on *earth* was he doing in Barbados?


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What about the time he got caught with his you know in the haha, mumble mumble.

People were ringing bicycle bells after him for ages after that.

A quick reminder for him:

Will you wait for me Shin?
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Anyway, do you want a copy of Polarium DS or not, sober Grim...?

Wha?

Aw, thanks, but I've already got it. You're my favourite new member now.

You shouldn't be too hasty to dismiss first impressions. Go with your gut, that's what I say.

Shitstabber

I am going to get a cider.

I got a cider.

I have had wine, and am now having beer.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

I have finished off 1/3 of a 2.5 litre scrumpy jar I bought in the New Forest.

I finished my Cider.

Story time?

Once upon a time, there was a big forest... and in the middle of the forest lived.... some trousers... called.... Dave...

So, it all starts just over a year ago.

I had just arrived at Leeds festival, I was stewarding for Oxfam, and the deal is, you get 3 eight hour shifts throughout the festival, randomly assigned. I got shitty shifts, like, working Friday and Saturday night. I go and have a word with the top Oxfam bloke (who I am fairly pally with) to see if he can sort me out some better shifts, and funnily enough, they need 4 Oxfam stewards to go and work for "The Green Messengers", who are the recycling people, because they are short of staff. They work Wednesday, Thursday, and Monday, so miss none of the festival.

I jumped at the chance, mainly so I didn't miss NIN.

So, I turn up on the Wednesday morning. We get handed a bunch of recycling bags, and are told to pair off, and go and hand them out to people setting up camp.

I get paired up with this really sweet, hot girl called Dani. This is where the story starts to get interesting.

We have a really great time hanging out all day. We get on really well, and there is a lot of chemistry between us. We go for some hot cider after we finish our shifts, and agree to make sure we are paired together the next day too.

Same again the next day, we have a load of fun just hanging out together, and we swap phone numbers so we can go and see a bunch of the bands we both want to see together. Except shortly after the shift my battery died...

We see each other again on Monday, and because of riots, she got no sleep, and is barely fit to stand up, never mind work. I pretty much look after her the whole shift, and we are hugging lots. She then reveals that she has a long term boyfriend, and it kind of ends there...

Except, I still have her phone number, so after I get home, and have charge, we text each other a few times, and then add each other on facebook, and keep in touch a little bit like that.

Flash forwards to just before Leeds festival this year. Fantastic, she is going to come again, and even better, she's an Oxfam steward this time too, so we can camp together. On the downside, her boyfriend is here this time too, although not as an Oxfam steward, so he won't be camped with us.

Anyway, we spend the whole time hanging out, and we got our shifts together. We get on even better than before, there is an obvious spark between us, and we come very close to kissing a bunch of times. I kind of held back because I knew she was in a relationship, but I was also not sure if it was all just in my head. But now my feelings for her are much stronger. Just being around her makes me happy.

Anyway, I meet her boyfriend, and he really likes me, he thinks I am the funniest guy on the planet, and a "Legend"...he's a nice enough guy too.

So, things kind of end there, with me thinking the whole thing is a non-starter.

I went away to PAX straight away after Leeds, and when I got back, she was in Portugal. I decided, sod it, I don't want to wait a year to see her again, I am going to send her an email telling her how I feel.

Then I had to wait 6 days til she got back from Portugal. Which was agony.

Eventually, I got a response. A pretty heavy one (1,500+ words), but the upshot is, she has been thinking of breaking up with her boyfriend for a while, and is planning to do so at some point next week. Then she wants to take things slowly, but feels pretty much the same way about me as I do about her.

So..."It's complicated", but I am very optimistic. We go to uni just over an hour away from each other too.


Edit: and that's probably the most personal story I have ever told "the internet"

Dave and the Trousers were playing with a CoD.

hint hint.

I left all my booze behind when I moved house last night.

Naturally, I will be storming the gates to get it back.

New house = all kinds of ace, by the way. I spent this evening after work not cleaning up after anyone, nor living in their filth. And then I and a new housemate played GTA4, the highlight of which - by miles - was chasing a fat man down the street as he waddled very slowly away in terror and kept overbalancing, and eventually curled up into a ball, twitching piteously.

Good luck with all that LewieP I hope it all works out for you!