25th September, 2009 - Beer - The Robber of Foresight

I am waiting for my mate The Advocate to phone me. He is playing chess just down the road from me, and when he finishes, we are going to eat curry and drink beer. It will be nice. I will eat too much. I will drink more than the amount that the Scottish Government recommend in their hectoring adverts. Afterwards I will feel full and a bit drunk. In the morning I will not feel very well. Which will be a bit bad. But it will be worth it. And anyway, I am not thinking about that now. I am thinking about the beer.