Comments for No More Drink - The site for people who like a drink even though they know they shouldn't

Comment on Someone slipped me a mickey by Larry Dave

Larry Dave — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 19:33:41 +0000

Bwah hah hah!

Comment on Confessions of a 30-something mother, no. 378 by Larry Dave

Larry Dave — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 20:30:23 +0000

I feel sorry for the bouncer.

Comment on Confessions of a 30-something mother, no. 378 by The Skurve

The Skurve — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 17:31:25 +0000

I feel sorry for ‘the husband’.

Comment on Confessions of a 30-something mother, no. 378 by Austin

Austin — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 07:06:02 +0000

Love this story, especially as I attended a get together last night and at least 6 of the Mums that were there were obviously making the most of their freedom and had decided to enjoy themselves, this mainly involved “unusual ” dancing, mainly to Michael Jackson and let me tell you their rendition of Thriller was a sight to behold.. Unfortunately we left before the stripping! One of the joys of not drinking is watching…

Austin..

Comment on Footballers and alcohol – discuss by McDaniels

McDaniels — Sat, 23 May 2009 19:37:38 +0000

Suspect the answer to that is ‘neither’ – I’ve never done the smoking thing, but I know people who have and that is probably just as harmful in the wrong hands. And there lies the rub – addictive personalities are always going to have problems, whatever the substance.

It seems to be that old British bugbear, the binge drinking – we still don’t get it the way our Continental cousins do, and I suspect maybe we never will.

So, a binge drinking culture, too much money and too much time on their hands – Harry will have his hands full with that one!

Comment on Who is your alter-ego? by CheekyRed

CheekyRed — Sat, 16 May 2009 10:51:15 +0000

In my misspent youth, I was one of those awful drunks who turn into a fighter… in retrospect, I had some serious issues that I couldn’t deal with, which rose to the fore when I was drunk. I wince when I look back at some of the stupid fights I got myself into – both physical and verbal. Now, as a parent of small children, I go out partying so rarely that I’m just absurdly grateful to be out (and also, I eventually dealt with the issues), so I turn into a happy drunk that dances on tables. I MUCH prefer the new alter-ego.