Happiness Is...

…going drinking in the big city with two of your best pals and sitting in a bar which is managed by your cousin so you get a ton of free drinks and then you get the last train home to another bar which locks its doors and lets you drink as late as you want, after which you walk back to the house and make home-made kebabs and find that ‘Tin Cup’ is on one of the movie channels and then you collapse on the most comfortable couch in the world, only to wake up feeling surprisingly good and then you type it all up in one sentence and pre-date it to try and cover the fact that you forgot to type something yesterday because of all the drinking and kebab-making and frantic debate about whether a certain girl from the past had a hairy arse or not.

But that’s a whole other story requiring an even longer sentence which is probably best left for another time…