Here are my New Year resolutions, 1 to 12.
Resolution number 1: Don't make New Year resolutions, just do the thing anyway whatever the time of year. If you recognise that there is an issue then choose to address it or choose to accept it.
Resolution number 2-8: As above.
Revolution number 9: The Beatles, White Album.
The White Album transports me back to a time of bizarre, jam-jar cocktails - pre-hipster by nearly 30 years - and alcohol infused madness, I dubbed them Earthquakes after the cocktail invented by Toulouse-Lautrec.
Perhaps they weren't jam jars, maybe pickled onion jars, it matters little other than they tasted of neither jam nor pickle. What did matter was that it was a suitable receptacle for traversing the optics behind the two bars in the city centre pub where a friend worked first thing in the morning, assuming the local, small-time, gangland hatchets weren't there.
Pernod, no matter how little there is, the taste dominates.
Some problems are never addressed.
Arriving already pissed by 10am and sharing the spoils, it's odd how quickly a person can get used to that amount of strong alcohol at that time of day.
And she continued, where I never could.
No resolution.
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