if there is one thing that can said to be true, and evidence of this exists right across this blog, then it would be that there are many subjects and topics about which i know very little to quite close to next to nothing on. whereas i am far from being in solitude in this, i am, look you see, one of those limited types prepared to accept it.
but, that said, whenever there is something of consequence or passing resemblance to interesting that i can pass on or put out there, then on here on this blog it goes. a random sighting on my travels has prompted this particular chapter.
the subject, or topic, in this instance is the potentially enjoyable but frequently murky subject of alcohol abuse. whereas i am not so much of a drinker these days it was the case that i was young, once, and enjoyed the odd tipple. my experiences with such let me learn a thing or two.
much, presumably, like you, i was quite dismayed by what i saw above. no, not the general proclivity to litter, or the enhanced nature of Commodore 64 mode. in an immediate sense, it is the wanton mixing of sauces, or if you like drinks, which causes me distress.
the title of this post is solid advice. if you are going to hit the pop, whether whilst on the lash, sat at home alone or in one of our many areas of natural beauty, then limiting the hangover and limiting the potential for long term damage is best achieved by limiting the mixing of drinks.
should you find yourself in a social circumstance where mixing is advocated and expected, then there is another saying a good friend taught me. that saying is if you drink beer then wine, you're fine, if you drink wine then beer, oh dear. make sure you step up, not down in the volume of alcohol in the drinks you are decking, then you should limit the morning after damage as far as possible. but know that there will be damage.
no, the above is not really directly related per se, but i had no idea where to put this image. apparently signs like this are coming to be, or becoming, quite the norm. this is causing my chum Spiros some not inconsiderable distress. regular readers will be aware that one of his great passions in life is that of forming short term, yet mutually beneficial, friendships with like minded gents in public restroom facilities. he sees this sort of sign as an intrusion on his privacy, and plans to take legal action.
as it happens, though, Spiros is quite the master, or if you like sensei, in the administration of the general observance, or message, of this post. he, and his liver (or what remains of it) are testament to what happens when you recklessly mix drinks. i know this as i personally oversaw an instance where he drank every possible alcoholic infused drink you can imagine, all at once, and with an umbrella in the tankard. the doctors intimated that he was a bit of a silly billy, that he was f*****g lucky not to have died of alcohol poisoning, and that he should not do it again.
even, however, at his most reckless, when Sprios was giving me tacit signals to go right ahead and totally trash his liver, it did not occur to me, or him, to add into the mix what this wild one was knocking back.
whilst hammering the stella makes sense, and is indeed a quite common site across our lands, drinking it with the possibly quite higher alcohol levels found in mobil engine oil does not strike me as a particularly good idea.
i cannot speak from experience, for as far as i am aware i have never ever tasted the mobil oil in this way. no doubt at some stage a vehicle i have driven has been beautified with such, but not me personally. let me go further and say that no temptation has ever presented itself for me to drink of it, or any sort of engine oil. it may well be that i have a pint proper beer from time to time, but that is about it.
right, anyway, if there is a lesson in all of this, may someone have taken the time to learn it, or take heed. in short, though, perhaps do not try to drink mobil oil.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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