Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
36 hours...is that all?
well done, well done - congratulations all round. I'm sure it wasn't all plain sailing but you stuck it out - not enough bloody commitment in the world today. If you're going to have a session do it properly, don't baulk at the first hurdle, take courage from you comrades, help each other over the traumas along the way.
Yes, well done Ron. I celebrated alongside with some decent claret and a couple of bottles of porter.Anyway, where does the phrase 'on (or 'off' in your case) the wagon' originate?
VG: yes, it was rather a poor show but I'm not getting any younger.Diplo: thank you for your warm praise.Peter: wasn't it the Sally Army in NY about a hundred years ago who used to tour the streets with a horse-drawn cart asking for assorted Combos to repent of the sin of alcohol and climb aboard and Be Saved? I could do with saving.
That sounds good Ron.I expect they did it in Newton Abbot too, largely ignored.
Welcome back to the land of the living!
I remember nothing..........
36 hours well spent.
your liver and its owner are a constant source of amazement and amusement.
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