It's not for me to judge who is a "great" writer, but I would call bullshit on anyone suggesting you're not at the very least a good one. This is the first thing I've read of yours and I love it. Short piece, packed with (apparent) honesty, cheek, and wisdom. Cheers (but not too many)!
Thank you mate! Bloody lovely to hear you enjoyed it so much. A comment like this is so precious. I've re-reading a dozen times, and it gives me the fuel to keep cracking them out. Cheers to you. I did let the old boy out of his suspended cage last night, among dear friends, and it was well worth it.
They say alcohol replaces the cravings for sweets you have during childhood, but I've never got over the puerile stage. I don't keep ice-cream in the house, for the same reason that you can't keep beer. And does anyone appreciate our saintly efforts, our Herculean strength of will, our dedication to the cause? The fuck they do. We're the only ones who understands each other, Sam, in this cruel, cold, sugar/booze free, sad world...
The booze actually supplements my sugar cravings. I'm the same, I've never shaken that sugar monkey off my back. I'm either eating none, or deliverooing in kilos of gellato that we eat in a single sitting. haha I appreciate it. I see your sacrifice, and I raise it three heaped tablespoons of nutella. I live like a monk most of the time, and I'm still technically medically obese, but I guess all monks are kind of fat, aren't they? I wonder how they mange that. You're speaking my language, the language of greed. We dine at the gates of the kingdom of More. We are the Mores, and more we shall have.
Buddha is some jolly fat ass, I should take a leaf from his book, and his perfectly cooked rice from his all-encompassing, wise, serene hands.
We will be rewarded, Sam, I swear to God, we shall have more, and then some!
My personal idea of Heaven is a library that opens on an English garden, next to a tea room/bakery/ice-cream parlour. Please, come and visit me, when your time on this wretched Earth will be up. I'll keep some good beer in the fridge for you.
Thanks for sharing, I'm glad that bit connected. It's always a bit of punt something like that. I wasn't sure if it was only me, who knew the shames of the bin din
As one who’s had to eschew alcohol for the last 16 years, oooooooh the reminder of the pull of seeing condensation on a glass of white wine in a beer garden. To be honest, at the end, I was drinking from the bottle and trying to wring out the dregs. But there is still part of me that romanticises my drinking. Ughhhh.
Congratulations on your sobriety. The idea is generally way better than the actual thing isn't it. I'm with you there, the glass is a needless middleman. Well, 16 years, you've battered the romance out of the bastard, good and proper
Thank you. Yeah, the seduction of the glass feels like such a fucking irony now! Yeah, I’m great at killing romance. Been single for 25 years, so I’m quite the expert.
Haha I am not accountable to international law. My principles float around in waters that are owned by no man but myself. And he is a hard task master. But maybe you are right, I should unbatten the hatches, take a breath of fresh air and give myself a sodding break
It's not for me to judge who is a "great" writer, but I would call bullshit on anyone suggesting you're not at the very least a good one. This is the first thing I've read of yours and I love it. Short piece, packed with (apparent) honesty, cheek, and wisdom. Cheers (but not too many)!
Thank you mate! Bloody lovely to hear you enjoyed it so much. A comment like this is so precious. I've re-reading a dozen times, and it gives me the fuel to keep cracking them out. Cheers to you. I did let the old boy out of his suspended cage last night, among dear friends, and it was well worth it.
They say alcohol replaces the cravings for sweets you have during childhood, but I've never got over the puerile stage. I don't keep ice-cream in the house, for the same reason that you can't keep beer. And does anyone appreciate our saintly efforts, our Herculean strength of will, our dedication to the cause? The fuck they do. We're the only ones who understands each other, Sam, in this cruel, cold, sugar/booze free, sad world...
The booze actually supplements my sugar cravings. I'm the same, I've never shaken that sugar monkey off my back. I'm either eating none, or deliverooing in kilos of gellato that we eat in a single sitting. haha I appreciate it. I see your sacrifice, and I raise it three heaped tablespoons of nutella. I live like a monk most of the time, and I'm still technically medically obese, but I guess all monks are kind of fat, aren't they? I wonder how they mange that. You're speaking my language, the language of greed. We dine at the gates of the kingdom of More. We are the Mores, and more we shall have.
Buddha is some jolly fat ass, I should take a leaf from his book, and his perfectly cooked rice from his all-encompassing, wise, serene hands.
We will be rewarded, Sam, I swear to God, we shall have more, and then some!
My personal idea of Heaven is a library that opens on an English garden, next to a tea room/bakery/ice-cream parlour. Please, come and visit me, when your time on this wretched Earth will be up. I'll keep some good beer in the fridge for you.
A wise man once said, never take a fat man’s food unless it’s leaves.
I just want sommme more, any more more could leave me mored to my bedpost like those obese folks on my 600 ib life
Why doesn’t that sound lovely! I always wanted a writer’s shed in a garden somewhere. You’d surely be welcome, in this life or the next
Annoyed they took the recycling bins away from supermarkets, liked to avoid the embarrassment of my recycling bin.
Thanks for sharing, I'm glad that bit connected. It's always a bit of punt something like that. I wasn't sure if it was only me, who knew the shames of the bin din
As one who’s had to eschew alcohol for the last 16 years, oooooooh the reminder of the pull of seeing condensation on a glass of white wine in a beer garden. To be honest, at the end, I was drinking from the bottle and trying to wring out the dregs. But there is still part of me that romanticises my drinking. Ughhhh.
Congratulations on your sobriety. The idea is generally way better than the actual thing isn't it. I'm with you there, the glass is a needless middleman. Well, 16 years, you've battered the romance out of the bastard, good and proper
Thank you. Yeah, the seduction of the glass feels like such a fucking irony now! Yeah, I’m great at killing romance. Been single for 25 years, so I’m quite the expert.
That’s cool you’ve reached that stage. I took a good 10 years off, romance that is, not the booze
Great lines in this! I aspire to stuff like "entry-level gentlemanliness"!
Ah thank you mate! Cheers for letting me know. There was me feeling guilt because I used entry-level in something I wrote 7 years ago
International Rules, I believe, stipulate once per decade. You're good on this one. :-)
Haha I am not accountable to international law. My principles float around in waters that are owned by no man but myself. And he is a hard task master. But maybe you are right, I should unbatten the hatches, take a breath of fresh air and give myself a sodding break