Tends to feel a bit depressing drinking at home no?
Alcohol is a downer kinda drug in a way and on your own it seems a bit of a lonely thing to do.
as for drinking out and about, rarely goes above two drinks... something to do with me cycling literally everywhere (drunk in control of a bicycle dangerous in Londontown)
cycling a little tipsy can be great though, makes you go 33% faster. better than lucozade.
Shit, this seems to be the consensus. Sad to say I've been hitting about 8-10 cans of Stella a night when at home since giving up fags, more when I'm out. Yeah, it's fairly depressing waking up in a gloom with fuggy memories of trying to ring an ex-girlfriend at 1am, and seeing a pile of vinyl strewn across the floor with the record player light still on...
I'm thinking of trying out a self-imposed booze ban for the rest of September. I'm sick of slurring, excess swearing and going to the bar twice as much as everyone else cos I'm chucking it down my neck too fast. I used to think it was hilarious, but it's becoming a fat fucking monkey on my back. I went to some bar in Old Street on Friday evening where everyone had been drinking since 1pm and I was the only sober one, and I was like, you're all mental, why are you shouting your heads off and staggering, this is horrible!
michelada's with a chili pepper in it....mmmmmmmmmmmm dats good to, but i think its more of a south american thing than a spanish thing?
sermon over, and no offence meant.
jeez martin, you sound just like me, except booze isn't really my thing - plenty of other substances to abuse and you can make an equal tit of yourself on most of them, lets be honest. my favourite is the intoxicated email or text, usually to an ex or prospective gf. cue much confusion when they contact you the next day with a message that makes no sense whatsoever.... until you cringingely remember. sometimes it can work in your favour, but more often than not it turns out to be as embaressing as pissing yourself in the local shopping centre.
Shit, this seems to be the consensus. Sad to say I've been hitting about 8-10 cans of Stella a night when at home since giving up fags, more when I'm out. Yeah, it's fairly depressing waking up in a gloom with fuggy memories of trying to ring an ex-girlfriend at 1am, and seeing a pile of vinyl strewn across the floor with the record player light still on...
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I might add, also, that drinking, even in modest quantities, is not very compatible with a meditation practice.
How does anyone know he was a 'meditation master'? He could have just been pissed.Always intrigues me how that great meditation master of the sixties and pioneer of east-west Buddhism, Chogyam Trungpa, managed to swing hard core alcoholism and insight. Trungpa used to line the walk to his meditation cuishion with glasses of straight gin. (So the tales go)
How does anyone know he was a 'meditation master'? He could have just been pissed.
I don't think that that's right. I thought countries such as France and Spain where it is more common to drink sensibly and often from a younger age with bars open later tend to have a higher consumption per head. I think the Brits just lead the field in binge drinking and the like. I could be wrong of course."incidentally, a friend of mine's dull older brother told me that statistically the british (you lot) drink the most out of all european countries. he had a specific barrel (is that the right word?) number too, but i don't remember..."
Having said that, boozing has given us two of the greatest insights into the human condition - "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" and the Makem Brothers' "Juice of the Barley"