Drunk drivers deserve all they get; hopefully before they kill some other poor mothers son or daughter. I’ve lost a number of good friends to people who thought it was okay to drink and drive, and have a real ‘burr up my arse’ about it, as Mrs S so colourfully puts it. Over the years I’ve come in for a lot of stick from people who consider me a bit prissy on the subject, but hell, if drunk drivers had killed half your best mates (This is unhappily true, and a source of much regret in my life), wouldn’t you be a bit critical too?
Lots of drunken bodies around despite the rain. Been there, done that. I often think that getting shitfaced is a way of coping with your failure to deal with grown up relationships, and perhaps life in general.
Nowadays I have no quarrel with an odd drink to loosen the inhibitions. This is fine, and a few glasses of Wine, Beer, or the occasional large single malt can smooth the edges of even the most tedious day. Sometimes this is an essential of existence.
Tonight was the night for half the office parties in town, and me and Dave my beat oppo have been roundly amused by the antics of the office partygoers. One chap tried to cross the road in front of us with his trousers (No underpants) around his ankles. Not a sight for the faint hearted I can tell you. His friends were trying to help him, but he kept on pushing them away and staggering onwards before falling over a small ornamental hedge that would not normally inconvenience an arthritic Dachshund. One of his friends fell over him into what might be considered an intimate embrace, which may shortly be posted on Youtube.com. Dave cracked up laughing and we had to pull the van over (Late evenings are almost always driven patrols) while we laughed until we were almost sick.
Despite all the drunks we saw no real aggro, although this might have something to do with the rain. It seems to dampen the martial ardour. Hopefully the coppers will have an easy night of it and the town centre sirens that punctuate my sleep will be few and far between. Ah me, another few days to survive and I’ve got five days off. Nighty night.