The most damage you could cause when drunk in the house late at night was knock a few pots over or maybe call up a lass you fancy and make a complete fool of yourself. If you were feeling really adventurous you could take out your hair clippers and give yourself a crew cut. Now, with the internet and a wallet full of plastic you can destroy your entire life within an hour. Everyone you've ever known is a click of a button away, every shop in the world is open for business, every bookmaker will take your money and every financial institution is ready and waiting. You can resign from your job, tell all your friends and family they're a bunch of cnuts, empty the entire contents of your savings account into a charity you don't even believe in, buy a house, a Ferrari, a yacht, a new wardrobe of clothes and a piano, book a holiday to the Seychelles, take out a loan, apply for a new credit card, order solar panals, cavity wall and loft insulation, bet 10 grand on Barnsley staying up, join the Tory party and still knock over a few pots, phone a lass you fancy and give yourself a crew cut. I need a lock on my computer.
But that's one of the things that's good about getting older. It's some time since I woke up and remembered disgracing myself the night before, whereas back in the day I was an expert at it.
Aye it's been some time for me as well. Friday night. Well that's longer than the good old bad old days at least.
In the old days I would regularly order pizza / curry and pass out before it arrived. Biggest modern day adventure was four of us drinking a load of Soave then booking a holiday to Italy on a whim, which turned out to be a brilliant move. Me and three lasses cruising round vineyards in a car for a week. Good job we hadn't been on the Soju, as I'm not sure a week long tour of Kim Il Sung statues would have been quite as fun, despite the company.
can I call dibs on the yacht please I live on the coast you see, so unlike a "BULLIES STAR PRIZE" to a Brummie... I could actually make use of it
