I feel that there's been far too much negativity on this forum.
Now I want to redress the balance, reverse the trend, and introduce a self-congratulatory, morale-boosting, feelgood factory of positivism to the forum.
Starting now, with this thread, I want to begin a new era of optimism, and I think a little back slapping would be a good start. (This time without any post-it notes saying "Kick me hard" being surrepticiously affixed by the hand that's doing the back-slapping.)
So let the back slapping commence!
Rex: What a star in the darkness of our humdrum lives! Our guiding light, mentor and guru. He who first revealed this timeless and restful haven of 'Ask A Drunk'. He who showed us how we could be a force for good in this hectic and degenerate world.
Jimmy: Our still point and rock. A man who can stay calm in any crisis. Always ready with a quiet word of wisdom when all around is falling into chaos.
Lynskey: Man of many parts and many faces, with more talent in his little finger than in a whole shitload of other people's little fingers put together.
Aimless: Our peripatetic teacher of many things. A nomadic collector of esoteric knowledge and literary tidbits, which he's only too willing to bring back, drop at our feet, and share selflessly with us all.
Zen Clown: He whose veneer of shambling ineptitude hides a deeply sensitive and thoughtful soul. With a sharp and ready wit that's able to pare away the grey skin of convention to reveal the divinely surreal dancing skeleton beneath.
Celeste: Her grace, charm, and doubtless beauty bring a much needed touch of elegance and sophistication to our male-dominated untidiness and crudity. Her mere presence prevents us from devolving to our base and native savagery.
Robin: Stout fellow! A good man to have on your side in a fight, no doubt, and a steadfast upholder of things that are in need of upholding.
My abject apologies to those I have not yet mentioned. I leave this thread open for the addition of further testament to those I hold to be my dear friends.
Fellow drunks, and fellow travellers through this joyful experience we call life, please feel free to add your own encouragement to, and appreciation of, your companions and co-contributers. You all have my sincere thanks and appreciation.
Bless you all.
― Pete Andrews, Thursday, 21 November 2002 16:34 (twenty-two years ago)
Pete, you’re too kind.
No, I mean it. As your medical adviser I must warn you of the potentially fatal consequences of displaying any further kindness.
Why not take up a new hobby? Hurling lumps of anthracite at refugee children, perhaps. Or submitting bile-drenched, effing-and-blinding letters to The Gentlewoman magazine, demanding the castration of all members of the College of Heralds. Or anything, really, as long as it puts no extra strain on the remnants of your Better Nature.
― Rex (Rex), Friday, 22 November 2002 00:27 (twenty-two years ago)
"Hurling lumps of anthracite at refugee children"? I'll get on the Flash game right away. For the sake of accuracy, when it hits an Afghan skull, does a lump of anthracite bounce off or shatter into pieces ... if the latter, how many pieces?
Please supply the scoring list for the various nationalities.
― Pooster (pooster), Friday, 22 November 2002 00:40 (twenty-two years ago)
No. Honestly. Those of you who've sneered are absolutely forgiven.
I've gone around with a smile on my lips and a kindly disposition to everyone for 48 hours now, and I really do feel so much better for it.
Mind you, I did get EXCEEDINGLY drunk two days ago. The effects of the alcohol might not have completely worn off yet.
― Pete Andrews, Friday, 22 November 2002 12:07 (twenty-two years ago)