There are two kinds of drinkers. Those who mean it when they say, “I’m going for a couple of quick ones.” And those who, when they say “I’m going for a couple of quick ones,” really mean: "Come, fill the cup, and in the fire of Spring—your Winter-garment of repentance fling"!
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Which kind? Neither, although not so long ago I was of both types. In the end it made no difference, drunk is drunk. I could be reasonably drunk enjoying what seemed like reasonable conversation with reasonable people, or I could be plain drop-down wrecked, crawling across bowling greens like I was climbing Everest and attacking passers by with bread rolls. Both now seem utterly boring. The idea that drinking inspires "different" thinking wasn't true for me.
Perhaps proof that drinkers can't think is evident in the questiont he article poses. How could it be that a companion could not tell which type of drinker they were sitting beside? Why would anyone need to ask? Would the constant and heavy stream of newly filled then drained pints be a clue? Or would the companion hold fast to the words of the now drunk fool, hoping that somehow their friend's liver would kick into overdrive and process six hours of alcohol in 30 seconds to reveal the reasonable companion with whom they earlier they entered the bar?
Which type is Angela Clarke?
http://www.wharf.co.uk/2013/04/blondes-eye-view-where-did-it-.html
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