Originally posted by @Numptyboi
or carry on in the pub.
without wishing to sound like a seasoned boozehound, there is a certain exciting frisson about doing this. Problem nowadays is the hangover kicks in before bedtime…
Originally posted by @Numptyboi
or carry on in the pub.
without wishing to sound like a seasoned boozehound, there is a certain exciting frisson about doing this. Problem nowadays is the hangover kicks in before bedtime…
Generally frowned upon in the NHS, and even if we were allowed to drink at lunchtime I don’t think I would, as I need that half an hour to stuff my face with cake and crisps.
Well, beer is a food group all of its own, fill of micro nutrients and stuff. It also makes me piss a lot which is a good aid to help weight loss…after all isn’t the NHS continually banging on about us losing weight and cutting down on alcohol…oh, wait…
I should add they don’t sell alcohol in the canteen. They do sell cake and crisps. Cake is good for you and crisps have as much vitamin C as an orange.
Isn’t beer a diuretic, at least it feels like it is after the 3rd pint.
I used to work for a well known medical charity in central London. They had a snooker table and bar which was open lunchtimes and after work. They used to let us have a bar tab - paid off monthly. They also had weekly whole staff meetings followed by free beer for 2 hours - I used to sneak my mates in. I spent 5 years working there in my early 20s. It was fucking brilliant.
Good to know our donations are being put to good use
Bladders lack self confidence and easily succumb to ‘pee-er pressure’.
Forget Lunch Time Drinking.
How about anytime between 5am and 10am when going on holiday at an airport.
It’s brilliant. It seems to be perfectly normal behaviour, nobody bats an eyelid as you sink a couple of pre flight Pints at 7am
I get rat arsed on the way to work and rat arsed on the way back
The 28 days between the two is stone cold sobriety though
Have to admit to a pang of jealousy - Mrs C_S & kids frown on it if I suggest a brace before the flight. We’re going on holiday after all…
Worse is turning up at Aberdeen airport when the guys come off-rig and are waiting for flights home…very messy. There’s me in a suit going back down sarf to the office and they’re off their tits at stupid o’clock in the morning - jealous doesn’t even start to describe it…