Today I rejoice, I look down on my friends with pity and disdain.

Why, because they went out on the lash last night and I did not. They look and sound like shit this morning I do not. But I do know what I normally look like the morning after now.

It also shows that the morning after normal conversation is difficult, not because I'm older than they are, it is fully dependent on how much alcohol you drank the night before.

Why does the suffering of my friends make me smile?

I stayed in because I now understand that three night of heavy drinking are something that I cannot quite manage any more. This blog must just consist of me talking about the joy of going out drinking, what happened when I went out drinking and how I feel the days after drinking. Apologies, I like a pint but there are other things I do, not much more, but some.

So toady I'm as fresh as a daisy, off for a pint tonight and looking forward to New Year's Eve tomorrow. Plus, I have friends I haven't seen in ages coming up to join us for a few tonight. So today is a good one.

In a few minutes I'm off for lunch with my mates, those who didn't head out I mean. Lunch will include chatting to my Slovakian ex-Love Interest about her festivities and chewing the fat with friends. A quiet afternoon and then food followed by beers in good company.

The New Housemate's football (soccer, god I hate the word soccer) team play the team I support this afternoon. He is more likely to have a smile on his face later today but I'm feeling good so I'm hoping that feeling continues well passed the end of the game. So come on the boys, Liverpool to beat Spurs, come on!!!

More sport reports to follow

EDIT - TOTTENHAM 0-1 LIVERPOOL (Oh yeah, get in!!!)

laters