I used to do this when the BBS was good. I'm teetering but the wife would call me tipsy, I'd quite happily drive my mower. There must be a point on here on one thread where we can see someone go ******* bat **** crazy pissed. Lets get mortal.
Am ballaxt. Set off cutting grass while suppin Crabbies Ginger Beer at 1ish, by 4pm I’d shifted onto Moretti til 8ish when I switched to wine…by the pint. Was meant to go to Ardsley club for t’fayt earlier but my legs and eyes had packed in. But am still on t’wine an on me second if not third wind.
Both might be on the cards if you carry on I've got my 3 month old in my arms so no alcohol for me...