Feed me, Seymour!

[caddyman]

All things considered, it is not inconceivable that I may have marginally overindulged in the pub last night. Not to the point of steaming delirium or staggering intoxication or anything, but perhaps one over the eight.

I am not hungover in that klaxons-blaring-every-time-a-moth-farts sort of way and bright lights are not drilling through my retinas into my cortex. What I have got is that slightly queasy feeling that makes me think of slow-turning cement mixers deep down in my giblets. I am also fearsome hungry: I have just scoffed my sandwiches an hour ahead of schedule and I am looking at my bag of salt and vinegar French Fries with the sort of hungry expression that would make small animals quail.

In an hour or so, I may have to go out and buy another sandwich. Not a big one, but something just substantial enough to keep me ticking over this afternoon, especially since I have just cracked and opened the French Fries.

I am still hungry, but that cement mixer feeling has dissipated. I must now find something else to grumble about.

Comments

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

Are crisps now called french fries over there, then? Or are you just being kind to your international colleagues?

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Neither, me Old Knickerbocker.

Crisps is crisps, chips is chips and French Fries are either a) the thin chips you get from McDonalds etc, or b) these delicacies, which I am sure pre-date your exodus (though the bag has changed several times since then):

[littleonionz.livejournal.com]

Dehydration makes you crave carbs/fat apparently. Prolly why the fry up is food of choice after a night out?

[motorpickle.livejournal.com]

Hope you're feeling better today. I managed the my brain hurting as it hits my skull level of hungover so may have to switch from wine. It went down far too quickly and easily. Enjoy the weekend!