Yanked the door open at "The crooked goose" at noon. My binge-drinking Friday had only just begun. Had perhaps three Tennents Super, then it was time for sustenance. Good ol' paki chow hit the spot, who needs haggis?

By my side was non other than Boab, an ardent fitba fan, with a soft spot for lager. After the grub we continued stretching out our bellies, there always seems to be room for another beer.

I managed to lose Boab, I think we were at the Grassmarket. He probably got lifted for indecent exposure. All alone I shuffled on to yet another pub for my precious beer.

I'm a bit strapped for cash, so I had no choice but to return to my grubby flat. To my horror the fridge was empty, there was nothing to drink in it. I'm still drunk, but sobriety is getting the best of me. Rest assured, when the dole-money lands in my pocket book I'll get right back at drinking heavily. A sober weekend awaits, but that's tomorrows problem. Down the hatch!

Your Calum

Jag har bara druckit en folköl idag, tar min första starkis strax. Räknar med att sitta uppe länge, så tid finnes att bli full. I helgen bojkottar jag krogen, jag sitter själv vid datorn och gör bort mig. Köpte bara sju starköl idag, det får räcka, jag har ju tänkt att dra ned på drickat. En fylla blir det, vi får se hur jag gör på lördag.