Movember

November seems to be a popular month for causes and organisations. There’s NaNoWriMo, which always seemed slightly crazy to me. I mean, cool, write a novel, but why try to do it in one month? Won’t that result in a piece of work which is rushed and seriously sub-par? There’s also NaBloPoMo. which is slightly better, but still seems like a way to force substandard content out…

The greatest incarnation of November is undoubtedly Movember. Across multiple countries, men unite under a single cause, returning to the seventies by growing (or, rather, trying to grow) a nice, thick moustache in support of Prostate Cancer Awareness, and general man-ness.

I wasn’t planning on taking part. While a keen observer, and supporter of the cause (the world needs more facial hair, and less prostate cancer) I had already cultivated a rather stunning beard / goatee which had taken a good amount of time - I didn’t relish the idea of shaving a good part of it off, or even starting afresh for a month.

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But then everything changed. Or should I say, my mind got changed for me.

November 19, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic, Cool Stuff | 18 Comments 

Scotch scotch scotch

Nick’s in Aus. I can’t wait for him to come back.

Not so much because I miss him. (Sorry dude, but it’s been like 3 days since I saw you…)

He’s bringing me scotch.

Duty free.

Glenfiddich, or something else if there’s a good deal on. Can’t wait. Haven’t had scotch in ages, since my bottle of Johnnie ran out and I was too poor to buy another one…

October 28, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic | 3 Comments 

I only had three beers, honest!

Can I smell paint?

Nah, must be imagining it.

*Time passes*

Wow I’ve got a headache. And I’m still smelling that paint….

*More time passes*

Hrmm. I probably just need a drink of water.

I lift my feet from their resting place on the coffee table and- ah shit. I’ve knocked Jordan’s model glue over.

It’s all come out in a nice pool on the table. Oh, and on some keys. And around some bottles.

*Prod*

Yup, it’s glue all right.

Oops, fast drying super strong model glue.

*Washes hands*

Better move those keys, clean them up with something. And move the bottles. And the other crap before it gets permanently attached to the table.

Damn, more glue on my hands.

*Washes hands* Hrmm, fingers… sticking… getting tougher… shit, why is the water cold?

*Turns water up, adds way more soap*

I have dried glue all over my hands. But, luckily, they’re not glued together.

Hrmm. How should I clean up the pool?

Paper towels of course! Nope, none of those. Maybe some toilet paper. Holy crap we’re out (I’ll spare you from the rant about how annoying this is).

So. I can wipe it up with a burger box, a paper bag, or a tea towel.

None seem like a brilliant idea.

I might just let it dry.

The house smells :(

October 5, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic, Humour | 4 Comments 

Stella Artois: Eternally Doomed?

Ok, so a lot of people are coming to my site in their quest to save Stella Artois from the depths of the ocean.

A few, not finding the answer to stopping the setting sun, are loading Google’s cached page, hoping to see it there.

It’s somewhere here alright, you just have to look a bit harder.

Try in the comments on one of the posts.

If you still can’t find it - never fear.

Jack over at the Stella Artois blog is doing a series of posts giving you the necessary hints to succeed in all the challenges - without giving too much away, of course.

Looks as though tomorrow is the final day, and the official hint for how to prevent the beer from being lost in the ocean will be revealed.

So if you can’t figure it out, or find the answer here, you only have to wait a couple of hours :)

Any of you who’ve been having trouble with the other challenges (I know you have) can also head over there to get a little prod in the right direction.

Top work Jack!

October 3, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic | Leave a Comment 

Breaking and Entering for Beer.

Sometimes, during a completely mundane day, you end up doing something incredibly weird.

And you stop, and think, “When I got out of bed this morning, I did not think it would lead me here.”

So it was for me today, when I broke into Nick’s house. Emphasis on the broke as well -I had to literally break the latch off his window to get in.

As I was hoisting myself through his window I couldn’t help but giggle to myself. I mean, what on earth was going on? Midday, I’m supposed to be spending the day studying, and instead I’m breaking into a friend’s house?

Unfortunately all his money goes on clothes and stuff, so there was nothing too great to take off with, given that that was my chance. Except for a bit of scotch, but he offered that freely. And it was only 1pm. I had things to do that afternoon.

So why?

It came in the middle of a mundane day. I was busy studying up at Uni. Decided it was time for a break, and suggested we meet up for coffee. Apparently he had far too much to do. Next thing you know, I get a message askign what I’m doing right now.

I figured I was going to get coffee after all.

But no.

“Can you break into my house and put my groceries away? They delivered them and left them at the door.”

So there you have me, playing around with the window on the side of the house, slowly loosing the latch with the help of a stick, before ripping the thing out, all the while keeping one eye on the road to make sure no one got the wrong idea and called the cops. Every so often I would stop what I was doing and lean ever so innocently against the side of the house. And whistle. All so that Nick’s cheesecake wouldn’t melt, and his mince wouldn’t go off. And, of course, so the whole lot wouldn’t be stolen.

I can’t complain really, it added interest to an otherwise boring day… and he’s promised me a dozen beer.

There are few things I wouldn’t do for friends a dozen beer.

Heineken, Stella, or Pures please.

October 2, 2007 | Filed Under Alcoholic, General | 5 Comments 

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