Oooh you're a naughty mess

'd beers yester lunch 'n' after then a huge meal and so felt emotional en-route to work, the sheer effort of overcoming the pleasant somnolent effects of the alcohol and the warmth of the food &c&c&c/ 'twas a good eve./ i apparently have a natural talent for my job which means my line manager and 'graduate' manager are very happy = i can get away with stuff/ nice/ got home about 2300, ate, went to bed and am enjoying my second sequential h'over free day/ it is ace/ i've found the perfect way to curb my drinking: drink beer, say 3 pints, then when hunger presents itself eat a meal and i physically cannot drink any more/ if your serious about drinking, eating has to take at best a back seat/ as buk rightly said, 'the system can't handle too much'/ a magazine has tentatively accepted some of my new poems so if it goes ahead i'll publish the address to all you avid readers (ah..ha..ha..ha)/ pee-ass