Is There No End To It?
Posted on Monday, December 31, 2007Oh dear Jesus, when is it all going to stop?
Wrinkly Paddy came to stay for a couple of days and now I’m looking at the very real possibility of liver failure. I’m not trying to blame him, mind you: it’s my own fault. At least he had the good sense to go home at a reasonable hour after a full day on the town, but could I do anything as sensible? Not a bit of it.
I couldn’t be satisfied until I’d wrung the last drop of carousing out of the evening and wandered off with Parkenstein to a filthy illegal drinking den where we were all imprisoned until four in the morning.
And that’s why I think I might well be suffering incipient liver-rot.
Now, any sensible person would call it quits and book into a health farm, don’t you think? That’s right. They would. But I’m not a sensible person. I’m a fucking fool, and I’m damned if I’m going to skip the annual New Year’s Eve party in one of my hostelries of choice. I’ll have to go into training for the day, possibly by lying down, sleeping and throwing up a lot.
But that’s an end of it. That’s that. Party over. Holidays over. Lazy bastard a thing of the past.
From January on, you’ll see a new, leaner, meaner, rippling, fit Bock for I intend to go back to the dreaded gym. You might not see too many posts for the first few weeks as my body gets used to the torture, though at least I have the comfort of knowing I probably won’t have a heart attack. It will all be for the best in the end when the offers of James Bond roles start to flood in.
If I don’t see you between now and tomorrow, let me wish you a happy and peaceful New Year.
Stumble it!
December 31st, 2007
Later Bockman. I managed to negotiate an early release last night from the gin den, must have been for good behaviour - Bah, no made that bit up. I’ve done my hour, see you later.
December 31st, 2007
That’s the way - out with the old toxins and in with the new. The old ways are the best. Happiness and healthiness to you and your family this coming year, a’ghraidh.
December 31st, 2007
I’ll drink to that.
December 31st, 2007
I hope you have an excellent 2008, Bock. Big up to ya.
December 31st, 2007
Cranberry juice and vodka instead of beer? I know that’s a “fruity” drink, but…livers love it.
Happy New Year to you and the young un.
December 31st, 2007
Feck the gym buy a nintendo wii painful but fun
January 1st, 2008
Speaking of which, did you read that piece in the Sunday Times about the history of Thunderball? Methinks it would have been very interesting indeed to see Richard Burton as the first screen James Bond…
January 1st, 2008
Hope ‘08 is a good one for ya. Within reason that is. And maybe I’ll make it down there at some stage.
January 1st, 2008
You’d be more than welcome, Mr Eolai.