My body is worn out A great weekend was in prospect when an old friend came to stay. I knew that drink would be an essential part of the proceedings but had forgotten how ill-equipped I am for heavy drinking. You need to have the constitution and metabolism of someone at least half my age.
By the fifth pint of Guinness I was fading. We were on foot and moving fast from bar to bar. The Doyen was closed so we moved on to the Devenish where the youngsters were strutting their stuff to live music. I was not keen to stay, but a pink drink was put in front of me to play guess the contents. It smelled sickly sweet. I was none the wiser after I knocked it back, but my stomach got the warmth of strong alcohol. Schnapps, not my drink of choice on top of red wine, stout and whiskey.
Up early the next day to finish watching the Ulster game. Connacht deserved their victory. Some good individual performances by the Ulstermen, Stockdale got a try on his return to fitness and Timoney and Cooney are consistently good. But they need to hunt better as a pack.
I am now weaning myself off the drink and looking to up my REM sleep before Monday morning.
odespinner 