I may well talk (and write) some utter nonsense when I’m sober, but when I’ve had a drink that nonsense get’s turned up to eleven.
When I’m trying to hold a conversation after having a drink I show no signs of having any thought process whatsoever or, sadly, a point. And it’s such random nonsense at that, non of which appears to link together.
Here are some of the gems something deep inside my brain decided that I wanted to talk about last night;
How Jonty still owes me a theme tune.
The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix circuit.
Commenting on a music review.
Our old sofa.
Merino wool, again.
How we were the best bar staff that ever walked the earth.
The voice that guides me.
And that was it, I think, although this list will probably grow a little as more of it comes back to me*. Utter nonsense, the lot of it. I should really apologise to my friends for inflicting it, and myself, on them. Of whom I think Dave and Will bore the brunt of it, sorry guys.
*I may well expand upon some of these subjects in the future too.