Don Gray wrote:
>
> Arri London > wrote:

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> >>
> >> On hitting the outside air the four pint fella went totally berserk.
> >> He swung round the nearest lamppost shouting and singing. Just as
> >> quickly he slid to the concrete and went out like a light.
> >>
> >> He had to be trucked back to the barracks. I've never drunk scrumpy
> >> from that day to this.
> >> --
> >> Don
>
> > ROTFL! That's what he got for being bolshy My landlord gave me a
> > one-pint jug of it to eat with my fish and chips. Drank a very lean half
> > *very slowly*, thinking the grease would sop it up and still felt it.
>
> Ain't that a fact! The ignorance of youth. Having said that, today's
> lot are a right set of ******s. They deliberately set out to get drunk
> and finish up laid out in the gutter or being sick. They've no shame.
> They are the pariahs of Europe. Then the government brought in 24 hr
> drinking!! Just typical of this lot. Talk about lighting a match in a
> coal mine. We upped sticks and emigrated to Belgium. Great beer. Still
> miss the old country though, but over here there's never any trouble
> and you can drink in peace.
>
> --
> Don

True enough. Never thought about the phrase 'drunk as a stockbroker'
until living in the East End. Had to cross the City late at night to
get home from work, living right on the border as it were. Could see
these people, in charge of many millions of any world currency, just
leaning against the nearest insurance/bank building and losing it all on
the pavement. ;P One wonders about their financial judgement the next
morning...takes longer than that to work off all the alchol.