The internet is stuffed to the gills with listicles like ‘what kind of drunk are you?’, ‘the seven stages of drunkenness’, ‘fifteen types of drunk you’ll encounter in fresher’s week’, and if you’ve read as many of them as I have, chances are you’re a hot medley of nearly all of them.
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There are certain people in this world who could pop a turd in their top pocket and in a week’s time half the population would be walking around with soiled shirts. These people are what we call “cool”. They are the moustache bearing, man-bun sporting, pointy finger nail wearing, large spec, scarf toting trend setters, and I’m pissed off with them. Pissed off because they keep bloody taking shit that us “non-coolies” like and making it cool – thus inevitably ruining it. And when the next big thing comes along they toss it from their crib like a petulant child in “vintage” doc martins, returning it to us plebs cracked, broken and twice as expensive.
In this particular case the subject of my pissed-off-ish-ness is chicken, primarily of the fried variety. Continue reading
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There is always one. One chump who turns up just before mid-night, pissed as a fart, barely able to stand up, who begins commandeering the iPod with his/her own poorly edited electro-reggae-fusion-megga-mix, insists that everyone do shots from Jim’s belly button and then subsequently pukes in a location only to be disturbingly discovered several weeks later. Usually under the guise of ‘party animal’ this tosser successfully manages to ruin what was shaping up to, probably, be one of your best New Year’s parties yet.
Unfortunately it is an inevitability when you combine booze and holiday cheer with a heady dose of that NYE party pressure, that something is going to snap. So, in an attempt to save us all the embarrassment, and cleaning fees, here are some good rules to abide by to avoid starting 2015 sending out hundreds of apology texts (that is, if you haven’t lost/broken your phone in the course of the night). Continue reading
Dublin is a city made famous by its fascinating history, affable locals and of course it’s booze. So naturally I couldn’t wait to get out there, grab a Guinness and see for myself what makes this city tick.
Generation Fishcake 