Last weekend was one of those times when the ‘drinking issue’ became a ‘thing’ again. This happens about twice a year or so, like a lunar cycle, it always comes round again. I went to a houseparty which from the outset had disaster written all over it – when I got there I eyed the table loaded down with unopened bottles of Bacardi, vodka, rum etc etc. I found myself drinking quickly. This was because I was nervous about seeing my friend’s housemate. It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad but last time I saw this guy I was absolutely shitfaced, tried to kiss him and then when he refused screamed out ‘what’s wrong with me?!’ and went off on a compeltely self-destructive mission. I don’t remember this of course.
So what did I do again at the party? Got comepletely shitfaced and passed out and pissed everyone off by ranting about politics, then had a massive rant at my friend and said some pretty nasty things. So the next day everyone is like ‘you really need to control your drinking’ and I swore that I would never, ever get that drunk again.
I’m sat here writing this with a banging hangover cos last night I got that drunk again…well OK not that drunk but pretty near it. An insane night which began with some beat poetry over freestyle jazz and ended with an altercation with a fascist outside Downing Street and the threat of arrest. Thankfully my accomplice saved me or I could be wallowing in Belmarsh being held without trial under the Terrorism Act. Not a situation you want to find yourself in with a hangover. I’m starting to wonder if I need anger management classes cos so many thingSts make me angry, or is it that everyone else os so apathetic?
