Friday morning
Friday, March 28th, 2008 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI wasn’t aware that I over indulged last night at the quiz. We had a good night; Furtle and myself were joined in the pub shortly after the start of the quiz by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colonel_maxim, maisiecat and Hayden (sans LJ). In quiz terms we seem to be losing our edge, getting 20 from a possible 30 for the second week in a row and falling around three points short of hitting the prize placings, but it’s all good fun and we don’t really care.
It is our practice to have a meal with the drinks – almost invariably in my case, the Cajun chicken burger with bacon and cheese and we did so again last night. I also had 4 pints of San Miguel to wash it down. Four pints is hardly excessive (said he, flying in the face of current medical Nazism) and I hardly drink otherwise nowadays, unlike days of yore.
Anyway, when I got home again afterward, I was feeling a little full and probably didn’t help matters by having a restorative coffee before bed. The upshot is that I woke up this morning feeling a little squiffy. Not hung-over; I’m not so out of practice that four pints of lager will get me, but definitely ready to light a votive candle at the shrine of St Eno the Bilious. A bowl of Rice Krispies, a cup of coffee and a doze on the train seem to have me largely back to normal, but I confess to be looking forward to the end of today and the coming of the weekend (a weekend to be foreshortened by an hour as the clocks go forward!). Despite it only having been a three-day week for me, I am unaccountably tired and as I type, I feel the stirrings of the return of slight gastric distress in contradiction to previous assurances that I had recovered.
More coffee.
I think I shall apply to have that as my motto on a coat of arms.
colonel_maxim, maisiecat and Hayden (sans LJ). In quiz terms we seem to be losing our edge, getting 20 from a possible 30 for the second week in a row and falling around three points short of hitting the prize placings, but it’s all good fun and we don’t really care.It is our practice to have a meal with the drinks – almost invariably in my case, the Cajun chicken burger with bacon and cheese and we did so again last night. I also had 4 pints of San Miguel to wash it down. Four pints is hardly excessive (said he, flying in the face of current medical Nazism) and I hardly drink otherwise nowadays, unlike days of yore.
Anyway, when I got home again afterward, I was feeling a little full and probably didn’t help matters by having a restorative coffee before bed. The upshot is that I woke up this morning feeling a little squiffy. Not hung-over; I’m not so out of practice that four pints of lager will get me, but definitely ready to light a votive candle at the shrine of St Eno the Bilious. A bowl of Rice Krispies, a cup of coffee and a doze on the train seem to have me largely back to normal, but I confess to be looking forward to the end of today and the coming of the weekend (a weekend to be foreshortened by an hour as the clocks go forward!). Despite it only having been a three-day week for me, I am unaccountably tired and as I type, I feel the stirrings of the return of slight gastric distress in contradiction to previous assurances that I had recovered.
More coffee.
I think I shall apply to have that as my motto on a coat of arms.