I'm using the gay-ties. That man was a genios and you sir, are a bigot.
 

and i can't spell.
 

O'Neill FTW.

Happy new year! xx
 

ahhh, once again public drunkenness raises its hilarious yet completely repulsive head. It amazes me how these people survive the night without a head-on conflict with a trowel or other garden-variety blunt object.
 

Ahh don't you just love it when that happens.

My last drunken fight was over a traffic cone that i stole which had a hoodie MY hoodie on it becasue i was warm. Some chav leant on my hoodie (a small one... on his own) So i moved my hoodie thereby moving his hand... this sparked him off.
His best insult was "i'm from Leeds"
This was followed by "i'll bite your fucking ear off"
This was then followed by another "im from Leeds"
Such a great combonation of insults.
I was with 11 of my mates so if a fight did start he's be quickly brought down but i just walked off so he hit one of my mates, he laughed which resulted in another punch, he laughed again (this guy was not amused).
The bus came and all 11 of us followed by this kid got on and in a 20 minute ride i got more "insults" that i have at any other point in my life.
More laughing occoured.
It was a funny end to a great night.
Your story reminded me of this and i thought the epic failure of another chav would amuse you :)

"Gay-ties" what a fail of the most epic proportions cleary from the mindset of someone no smarter than a lunchbox.
 

Weird thing was though, he wasn't remotely chav-y. Not at all the type of person who usually starts trouble. He looked like he'd be well meek when sober!
 

"O'Neill FTW."

What a total lack of intelligience.. good on you ^^
 

Drunkards used to be furtive and fearful of public opinion but now they proclaim their proclivity with pride. Why would anyone want to stagger through the streets wearing t-shirts emblazoned with cretinous slogans like as ‘My Liver is Evil and Must be Punished' etched over their flabby torsos in putrid yellow letters designed to resemble streaks of vomit? It should really be a source of terrible shame. It's very depressing that potentially decent and interesting people are prepared to reduce themselves to a state of semi-coherent depravity. I feel quite sad for your new friend. There's so much more to life (or at least there should be)! Maybe you could mentor him?

Don't you think the myth of the tragic and fascinating drunkard has a lot to answer for? I can think of few less interesting writers than Charles Bukowski: a manchild with a hangover, laboriously tapping out mundanities with the profoundity of shopping lists. Type the word 'poet' into the MySpace search, though, and you'll find ten thousand self-absorbed imitators who write about THEIR hangovers as if they were resurrections.

Anyway, kudos for your timely and thoughtful blog. In 2009, I hope that more people will find the courage to be themselves!
 

I'm in the mood for a fight now...think I'll go and put on my carefully ironed Ted Baker shirt (ironed by mother of course), spray myself with Hugo Boss aftershave (more middle class than Lynx innit) and then go and loiter outside the chippie in the vain hope that I can ask if anybody "wants some".
Although this may not be a good look for a 5 foot tall skinny steampunk girl...
 

The gay-ties, yesterday



Back in new years, 2005, I had a bit of an altercation with a perfectly sober man in a chinese takeaway who threatened to fuck me up. After I laughed and took my glasses off, I said it was nice of him to say that as he was leaving. He then warned me that I should watch out because Gary is on his way, I asked if Gary was his boyfriend. After standing there dumbfounded he just shook his head and asked what was my problem and walked off. I never got to meet Gary.
 

shitting christ! Sorry about the bigness. it's late, there's no preview button. Sorry :S

But I've had to fill in 3 bloody captchas!
 

When he asked if you were from the gay-ties, you should have said, "Why? Are you going to Take on me.. take me on?"
And then done some ninja shit.