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Of course! I very rarely drink it now but woe, woe betide the bar person who serves me a bottle of it with a normal half pint glass, it has to be a schooner glass.

kinky bastard.

You've hurt my feelings now. Was out last night, just on the Guinness, got a takeaway, drank plenty of water with meal and don't feel too bad at all. Had a canny night, the odd bit of piss taking went on as it does between men in a bar though.

:lol: Well here was me about to go out tonight for a drink but if I'm going to get stick for skipping a round late on then fuck them. Think I'll stop in and make new friends instead. Preferably online friends where I won't feel so pressured.

I only drink with them when I'm on late shift the next day or off altogether. The odd time I've drank with them when I've got to be up at five in the morning for work and it's not fun.

I do that towards the end of the night to be fair.

I'm no slouch, but I slow down after around 5 pints, unfortunately the crowd I drink with on a sunday night are the type who are ordering the next round when anyone in the group is down to the halfway point in their glass, the fucking lunatics!

Just a pint of water when you get in is all. Some scran as well. Try and drink the same stuff. I had a bottle of red last night and sometimes I get a bit of a headache with red wine, nothing bad just different from beer. A couple of weeks ago there was a pint of Guinness poured by mistake and offered to me gratis by the barmaid as I usually drink either that or lager but never both. As I was on lager that night I should've knocked it back but I took it and then had another. I swear to god I shit through the eye of a needle the next day and spewed up about six in the morning. Don't mix your drinks!

Here's a little tip. When I worked at a certain local brewery, I'd take an empty can of coke in with my bait. I'd then take a bottle of Broon up to the bait room kitchen, fill a mug with the Broon ale then sit in plain sight with my mug of broon ale with the empty can strategically placed near the cup with a bit of broon ale round the rim of the can of coke to make it look freshly poured pop instead of an actual 'icer' as we called them*. You could sneak a bottle of any of your carefully selected 15 varieties of soft drink into a bar, take an empty can of stella and do the reverse and still keep your cool credentials. *Most times I just necked the bottle out of the way like everybody else, though.

Watched Groundhog day for only the second time but this time with the kids as well. Despite the initial moaning they enjoyed it.

Drinking in rounds is the real killer. Especially if you're drinking with genuine beer monsters. Otherwise, a good drink of water helps.

FYP

Similar. Hair wasn't as long plus I was a bit well served at the time with Mrs HMHM.

Good job we haven't got Allardyce still hanging around.

It wasn't Mbemba, like. Looked older than an academy player if it was indeed a footballer.

It wasn't their son unless he was adopted. Looked a bit like Loic Remy.

Spotted Paul Simpson in Uno's last night with (I presumed) their lass who were then joined by who I presumed to be a footballer. Didn't recognise the kid but it wasn't Moutinho or Benzema.

It's a mix of :lol: and The lols at her fucking dial when her questions were not going how she envisaged them, the at the fact that those questions were asked in the first place by one of the many Tory friendly media.

Anyone going to work early? Anyone staying back late? Doing it for no pay? Fuck that, even if you do get paid.........

Couldn't find microwave, phoned chinkees instead.

The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half 22/07/2015 'Yeeee Haaaaah', diary! 'Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’! Keep the toon news rollin’, Keep the toon news rollin' Geordie Pride!' 'I want to wake up…..in a city that doesn’t sleep!' 'Viva!!! Las Vegas!!' 'Do you know the way to San Jose?' Guess where I’ve been? That’s right diary! Sacramento! Ah got up this morning and took an ‘elevator’ doon to the ground floor in the hotel ah was stopping in for covering the trio of Stateside toon games. Obviously ah knaa not all me readers have been to the good ‘ol US of A, so ah thought I’d not only get ah’ll the craic off the likes of Schteve the Boss and future England Captain, Stevie ‘Tayls’ Taylor, no not just their craic, diary, not just the write up of our games as well, nah, not just that shit, ah thought ah’d hoy in some culchara, culchuru, err, some yank phrases and places of interest. Ah’d started off in Millwaukee, home to the Fonz who’s almost as cool as me, then California where Clint Eastwood had ‘made their day’ by being a mayor once and had supped some Broon ale into the bargain, then ah finished off in Portland where ah struggled to find a famous person if ah’m honest but had a laugh with the ‘regular Joes’ who made up their support. Ah’d telt them ah was a famous journalist in the UK and they were fucking eating oot of me hand with all me tactical formation talk about ‘soccer’. Ah was ‘Tailgating’ with some US Mags which is basically eating and drinking out of the back of a car which was fucking ok with me, like, as ah love nowt better than deeing a bit of weight lifting when it's a full pint glass ah'm lifting, like, when one of them pulled iz aboot something ah’d said aboot California, he said, “Buddy, California is the ‘Golden State’, not the ‘Sunshine state’, that’ll be Forida” Ah telt him ah’d be in a ‘right fucking state’ if ah drank any more of the blooter they were chucking doon me neck, but like Ruud’s understanding of the Tyne & Wear derby, they just didn’t get it. Anyways, the pavement was a ‘boardwalk’, the mustard they had wasn’t as hot as proper English mustard and me Steve McQueens didn’t need a belt nee more such was the sheer amount of bait on offer! Lol! Ryder and out!