Martins private drinking blog

Martin! LOL!!

you know it's been a good night when the suns up when you're walking home

Like I used to tell my Dad when I met him at the door, him going out climbing some mountain, me coming home from a good night out: "Tis' a time to come home not go out" (Incidentially it is the same he told me when I left the house around 11pm to go out )

and just think, you've got a boy, imagine how much worse it's goin to be in a few years compared to you

i suppose if he gets jailed or winds up in someone elses bed you don't need to worry about meeting him on the way out

oh believe me - I am already in a panic just thinking about it. In fact, if he is only half as 'bad' as I was...... god help me.... I might lock him up in his room for good (of course he'll sneak out the window just like I did)....