Turbofish

Gorgonzola, pear and balsamic dressing.

You need young nettles though

That's me. Nearly there lads, only 36 more years until retirement.

It's in there. Being completely divorced from reality and convinced that every fever dream is truth leads to some strange places.

My brother's visiting for the first time since he moved abroad last year. The siblings and myself are all getting together at our folks to shatter their well earned peace and quiet.

I missed the lanky git.

I do 5 12 hours shifts one week and then 2 12s the following.
Week 1 days m,t,f,s,s Week 2 days w,t Week 3 nights m,t,f,s,s Week 4 nights w,t

I love it. After bank holidays and annual leave I work 158 days a year. With the way the shifts are organized I can take 2 days of leave and be off work for a week.

I've likely been to more shows and concerts in the last two years than in rest of my adult life.

I'm a drunk with a job. I'd imagine I'd be a drunk without a job for a bit before the first one again.

You can also grab twist em upside down and squeeze them into a wee little fly face to thrill all your future partners.

Yeah. I fell pretty shitty about it to be fair.

I'd been going out with this girl for a couple months. We'd been getting on great. I was really struggling with keeping a handle on my alcoholism at the time and did something embarrassing one evening. Also lost my phone that night. I woke up with the shames, got a new phone number and never spoke to her again.

In retrospect I probably shouldn't have been dating if my anxiety was going to let me toss what could have been a good thing because I couldn't have a conversation the next day.

For a while there I was a homeless alcoholic. Now I'm an alcoholic. Given the choice between the two I know which I'd rather.

I process meat. My hands are rarely dirty but sometimes there seepage through my overalls.

No thanks, I take mine black.