My oldest, dearest Drinking Companion in this crazy country, Tony 'The Chairman', is coming up to stay with me over the holiday weekend.... so any vague thoughts I might have been entertaining of continence and sobriety must soon be abandoned.
Appearances are deceptive with The Chairman - he seems so mild-mannered, inoffensive, dithery, distracted.... a stereotypical 'Ivory Tower' academic. You'd expect him to be tucked up in bed with a volume of Wittgenstein and a mug of cocoa by 9.30 every night. But he has a wild side. He is surprisingly fond of the long and late drinking session. I'm sure it will not be long before I shall once again be hearing his disingenuous catchphrase: "Well, we could have just one more. The night is still young."
He is surely the most maddeningly disorganized, selfish, indecisive, inconsistent, unreliable man I've ever met - but we've been through a lot out here together; and I love him to pieces. I have missed the old bastard since he moved 'down south' a couple of years ago.
I am bracing myself for four days of late-nights and constant liver-battery.
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