Suffering for my art
Am wallowing in a deep and childish sulk, prevented from attending the party of the year and frolicking in the sun because I have failed to do my homework.
I haven’t felt like this since 1983.
Luckily, I am now a grown-up lady. I have access to various tried and tested forms of solace.
Half bottle of fine wine (plus one, just in case)
Fags (but only ten - moderation, as ever)
Carbs (in wheat form, for maximum glycaemic absorption)
Edith (natch)
Fine literature (er…….)
With these at my disposal I can’t fail to cheer up. Or at least pass out.
I haven’t felt like this since 1983.
Luckily, I am now a grown-up lady. I have access to various tried and tested forms of solace.
Half bottle of fine wine (plus one, just in case)
Fags (but only ten - moderation, as ever)
Carbs (in wheat form, for maximum glycaemic absorption)
Edith (natch)
Fine literature (er…….)
With these at my disposal I can’t fail to cheer up. Or at least pass out.
posted by Lady V at 8:47 pm
5 Comments:
oh tots, that's me and you both, exiled to non-partydom for not having done our homework.
contest though: who's more wasted than the other at home, alone. i'd wager it's MOI
NEVER blog when drunken. That's my new motto..... Glad I wasn't the only one though....
Never mind: I have a *very* chilled bottle of Veuve in my fridge waiting for just such an emergency as this...
we suffered without you tots...
let the holy trinity never be broken again for the love of all that is sacred..
and profane..
are you really still wallowing over there? i am alone, i am home, i am blogging, this time NOT (that) drunk
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