Iola's Idiocy

Well the whole laundry thing has been forgiven - as it was a one off, I fessed up as soon as I collected the chap from the train station. Slightly more freaky is that I was told to keep the front door key - now I'm sure I remember a whole "it'll be a long time before you can keep that" comments when one was lent to me to let myself out one day only a month or so ago. I'm not fazed, oh no, I can take these things in my stride honest gov...

The full extent of my misbehaviour when drunk at the party in London on 10th July has been revealed - apparently I was being insistent about something, what a shock;-), that I know nothing about. Obviously the person who told the chap I was being insistent won't have known I know nothing about his live journal but it sounds par for the course. (ie I was being insistent about something to do with live journal - I've not seen it, I've looked at live journal and don't see much difference with that and this - beyond my inability to follow their threads. I remember being disconcerted when chap informed me that people at this party may know of me through his live journal, at that stage I'd assumed I was invisible on it as he was on mine, however he does the initials thing for all). I can generally be relied upon to make a fool of myself when left in the company of too much alcohol but in such a way that it doesn't really distress me too much when sober. Long gone are the embarrassing scenes of my early 20s I hope! The hideous hangovers and post booze blues mean that the older I get the less I drink which is probably for the best for all concerned. The level of cheer this weekend which was virtually alcohol free means that I'm tempted to give up on booze virtually altogether, accept that the legacy of being off sick with stress nearly 3 years ago is the booze blues and become a connoisseur of soft drinks and expert in being the chauffeur.