Crepeys Not Crêpes

[Cremolafoam]

Oi over here hags

Strops, nothing to be ashamed of; we all have to let our hair down occasionally (you lush, you).

Until you have been fireman's-lifted out of a club by your mate's 18yo stepson (as happened to me about three years ago) you have nothing to worry about on the embarrassment front.

Sorry to hear about your fishy prunes, MrsS. A calamity indeed.

Thank you MI

I may have to move house and assume a new identity. I keep having those "Oh shit, please don't let me have really said that" moments.

CV

Fishy prunes, eeeuwww!!!

Shame on anyone who drinks to excess and feels ill the next day....

Just back from a family cinema trip to The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Loved it. Specially with all the late 80's music and The Smifs

Drinking to excess? Throwing up? Feeling like shit on a stick the next day? Oooh no, not me, I would never do a thing like that.

Changing the subject, Strops, or anyone else, have you read Premier de Cordée by Roger Frison-Roche? Do you have any idea what the first chapter is about? DD1 has to read and highlight the main bits for homework and we don't have the faintest idea what is going on.

well, my phone may be languishing in a box full of rice but at least there's no morning after the night before puking here . Does anyone else find increasing age makes drinking a rather risky hit and miss affair? I went out for dinner a couple of weeks ago, had two largeish glasses of red wine with a 3 course meal, washed down with lots of water... and I had the worst hangover in living memory in the morning. How unjust and crap is that?? My worst drinking excesses were back in the day when I worked with a bunch of workaholic alpha male (and female) types. Our nights out were shaming fecking brilliant. My rather puritanical dh used to tolerate my behaviour but actually was very disapproving... I have never seen him drunk, ever, in 22 years!

OQ, I fear you are right, I think age had something to do it :) As I was tottering up the road taking the dog for a walk this afternoon, I saw one of the people who was there last night and told my sorry tale and she was a bit and said there was no way I'd seemed particularly drunk (phew, obviously wasn't quite as bad as I feared). I'd had about a bottle of white, which is too much for me undoubtedly but would not usually have been enough to cause a mammoth pukeathon.

MrsS, sorry can't help with the hw, I haven't read that book. You have now piqued my interest - I shall go and look it up.

OQ, how depressing to have a puritanical, sober DH. Mine is Irish, and his parents ran a bar throughout his formative years, so I can be certain that whatever alcohol-fueled bad behaviour he might witness from me, he has seen (and done) a whole lot worse.

Stropps
It's that moment when you recall something you did/said and go all hot and red (bit like a hot flush actually, of which I am having a fair few at the moment - am considering giving up booze for a bit as it doesn't help apparently). My dh can drink and has never been sick from it (unlike me)!
Issy how ate you? Nursing some blisters??

I think for me my restrained dh has been a very good thing.... literally "a sobering influence". He never stopped me going out and drinking too much enjoying myself, just always looked faintly surprised and bewildered if I was suffering the next morning, and maybe a tad disapproving... he is truly lovely in many many ways and in any event my carousing days are well and truly over.

O yes! Issy how did it go?

My DH and I are fairly similar in terms of drinking although I think I probably drank more in my yoof than he did

Ten-minute miles I can only do 5mins max at that speed on the treadmill. And then gardening in the afternoon. You must be super-fit

A friend of mine was in that half marathon, Issy, and another one did the Jersey whole marathon (in 3hrs 30, which seems v impressive for one even older than me).

S&B news - just bought some boots in Tesco, of all places. 'Faux' leather, £18. Why pay more.

Baaargin Herbs - you really are the queen of supermarket chic

So are we having a meet-up before Christmas then? Come on Crepey's you know you want to
How about Fri/Sat 16th/17th or 23rd/24th November? Or link-up with the MN biggie on Sat 1st December?

Re meet up, I can't do 23/24 Nov as we're having a long weekend in North Norfolk - 'a county entirely operated by John Lewis', according to Lucy Mangan.

Re marathon-running friend, I was especially impressed as he'd had prostate cancer a couple of years ago, and pretty extensive keyhole surgery to excise the offending gland. I wish I could have been there to wrap him in bacofoil at the end.

Well done Issy. I am inordinately impressed by anyone who can run for more than 5 mins, never mind a few hours . As for dh, I'm not sure I've ever seen him run. Oh actually, maybe once, when we were at a party and he'd left his pint on the other side of the garden.

Stropps - there is a ditch in Northamptonshire (and yes, I mean a ditch) where I would be sleeping still were it not for dh dragging (and yes, I mean dragging) me home. There was karaoke involved as well that night. [shame] The shame lingered for years. Sounds like you had a top night on Saturday, and if anyone deserves to sound off, it's you. Go on, have another shout now.

Well done on the half marathon, Issy, go the crepeys!

I did sofa shopping and bought 4 pairs of shoes in the Kurt Geiger.com sale. " pairs at least have to go back, but I have hopes that they will be quite good. Will link when I receive them.

Ooh, and I can do Fri 16th or Fri 23rd /Sat 24th for a meet up.

[starts getting liver limbered up]

I can do either of those I have no life. And only go to Norfolk under protest, having grown up there and escaped from there at the age of19.

My Thai curry was disappointing, btw

I don't believe a word of it MI (specially about the curry!)

So Fri 23rd/Sat24th looking favourite then? Come on the rest of you crepeys! And MrsS, how would that look for your diary?

Had a proud mummy moment when DC returned from school today - DD had stuck up for DS heroically

Wilbur, I'm still feeling that lying low in a ditch would be a good option for a while .

Now, I have just (I hope) booked myself onto a "get more quals and diversify"-type workshop in London on the 24th - so I could therefore do Fri 23rd, as will probably have to come up the night before. This will force me to be restrained and not puke on my shoes. (well, it's a plan)

My liver may have recovered by then.

No! I can't do that weekend! In north Norfolk, which entirely different to the rest of the county MI. Like Islington on sea.

I avoid north norfolk like the plague. Mainly as it is populated by large numbers of my mother's relatives. They do a lot of tweedy things and shooting. My mother loves going there, but she is vaguely embarrassed by having to give news of her plebby, useless offspring these days.

We are the impoverished black sheep who actually send our children to state schools (ugh, frightful....).