Tonight was the last night for smoking in NSW’s pubs. In honour of this we drank and we smoked. Consequently, my lungs are about to explode and liver is about to burst. Not a bad night then, yeah?
I also bitched and moaned to a willing ear and made fun of myself and of the world at large. We got poetical and then political and bemused those around us.
The biggest thing was that I wasted, absolutely wasted, a schooner by sharing ¾ of it with the floor. I do apologise to whichever god I offended and hope that they are appeased by my contriteness and the fact that I had to buy another to replace that which was lost.