Originally Posted by tropper66

Alcohol the cure to everything, yes everything,

Alcohol, the cause of and the solution to all of life's ills.

Originally Posted by PoisonDwarf

Originally Posted by tropper66

Alcohol the cure to everything, yes everything,

Alcohol, the cause of and the solution to all of life's ills.

aye but alcohol is a depressant so would probably work and as hops are purported to be soporific I'd prescribe a stroll down to the pub and a few pints of real ale :D

Originally Posted by bigbird67

Originally Posted by PoisonDwarf

Originally Posted by tropper66

Alcohol the cure to everything, yes everything,

Alcohol, the cause of and the solution to all of life's ills.

aye but alcohol is a depressant so would probably work and as hops are purported to be soporific I'd prescribe a stroll down to the pub and a few pints of real ale :D

See, Gift Zwerg I was right but should have used longer words, real ale is a good antidote to cafine

Originally Posted by tropper66

Alcohol the cure to everything, yes everything,

As the saying goes, Guinness is good for you.

Based on experience visiting inlaws in Avellino, Italy:

All the old great aunts/uncles seemed to be engaged in a contest to see who could get more espresso into us. One cup of the espresso would have all all your hair standing on end. They also added copious quantities of anisette.

All the alcohol does is make you a very wide awake drunk.

Didn't you realise it was espresso grind when you had difficulty pressing the plunger down! I imagine that was quite a struggle?

Hope you're feeling better, anyway!

Originally Posted by Sancho_Panza

Originally Posted by tropper66

Alcohol the cure to everything, yes everything,

As the saying goes, Guinness is good for you.

No it's not. Ask my toilet.


Cuddles, if you ever want to get off your face on caffeine again, can I recommend This?

Booze and water it is then :D

Dear, kind fellow arrsers...when I looked at this thread this morning I chuckled then giggled and finally guffawed.

Sadly I came a cropper in the Grimshaw handicap, three fences from home i dropped my thermos, ran low on caffeine and came a disappointing fourth by a length.

The real ale cure was the most successful - gloucester Glory is now officially registered with the WHO as an officially recognised antidote to coffee. What made it even more pleasant was a not unsuccessful afternoon at the Beaufort point to point and some alcohol induced frank sexual gossip from the attractive divrocee on the next bar stool. She apparently needed coffee to counter her alcohol induced truth streaming babble! Alas none of us were gentleman enough to suggest that, though we did buy her a couple of white wines to find out what happened on her third date. Does the word "straddle" strike all of you here with erotic sensations? Ity did us!

So today I have restriced myself to two cups of filter! No java lava either. I shall have a couple of glasses of red with my pub roast dinner and so will be in appearance clean, bright and lightly oiled when TFB arrives, shabby, hungover and no doubt butrsting with girly gossip!

By the way, I would like to apologise to my son, daughter and son's girlfriend for giving them a lecture on Scottish medieval politics, inconsitencies of armaments and armour, Norman feudal land holding and archaic Scots variations and the derivation of my son's mother's maiden name via Flemish immigrants of the 13th century. I could I suppose have just let them watch Braveheart without the commentary...

[quote="Cuddles"]Dear, kind fellow arrsers...when I looked at this thread this morning I chuckled then giggled and finally guffawed.

Sadly I came a cropper in the Grimshaw handicap, three fences from home i dropped my thermos, ran low on caffeine and came a disappointing fourth by a length.

The real ale cure was the most successful - gloucester Glory is now officially registered with the WHO as an officially recognised antidote to coffee. What made it even more pleasant was a not unsuccessful afternoon at the Beaufort point to point and some alcohol induced frank sexual gossip from the attractive divrocee on the next bar stool. She apparently needed coffee to counter her alcohol induced truth streaming babble! Alas none of us were gentleman enough to suggest that, though we did buy her a couple of white wines to find out what happened on her third date. Does the word "straddle" strike all of you here with erotic sensations? Ity did us!

So today I have restriced myself to two cups of filter! No java lava either. I shall have a couple of glasses of red with my pub roast dinner and so will be in appearance clean, bright and lightly oiled when TFB arrives, shabby, hungover and no doubt butrsting with girly gossip!

By the way, I would like to apologise to my son, daughter and son's girlfriend for giving them a lecture on Scottish medieval politics, inconsitencies of armaments and armour, Norman feudal land holding and archaic Scots variations and the derivation of my son's mother's maiden name via Flemish immigrants of the 13th century. I could I suppose have just let them watch Braveheart without the commentary...[/quote]

So a normal Sunday then? I hope you took the time and trouble to explain that Culross is actually spoken as Cooress and that Milngavie is Mulguy. :D