Had a run-in with the old bill yesterday. Two party poopers with the intent to pester an upstanding citizen for reasons unknow.

I'd had a few pints, but what's it to them? I was just walking home, minding my own business and was only a few blocks away from my domicile when the piggies stormed out of their car and started harassing me.

Constable A (daft as a brush) went: You're coming with us, laddie. Constable B (equally silly) blurted out: For your own safety bla, bla, bla... (I wasn't really paying attention, piglets have that effect on me).

Of course I challenged them, I can't quite remember what I said to make the dafties retreat to the comfort of their police car, but it resulted in me being swiftly manacled and thrown into the backseat of the aforementioned vehicle.

I spent no less than twelve hours in a cold cell before I was released. I wasn't charged with anything and they had to send me on my way no matter how they felt about it. I got away scot free.

When I think about it, completely sober the day after, my crazy capers might have got me in serious trouble. I remember at least one smashed window and other odd acts carried out by me whilst in a drunken stupor. Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm not deterred though, I'll keep knocking those lagers and shots back in a steady flow as per usual. Tonight seems like a fine day to yet again roam the streets in search of those pubs I'm not yet barred from. Rotting away in my flat, being cooped up all day, is not an option. I'll take my chances, I'm set on binge drinking and no pig with a raised truncheon can stop me. Over and out from Calum.

Nu är jag hos Ronny, vi dricker tillsammans. Ronny dricker inte bara öl, han har köpt fjolldricka, en flaska sliskig Baileys. Den får han behålla för sig själv.

Än är jag inte full, har bara fått i mig en fem, sex öl, men om några timmar ska jag vara i toppform. Ytterligare en kamrat kommer att ansluta, nämligen Lennart K Lindström, honom har jag inte sett på länge.

Det blir nog inte krogen för oss, fan, sextio spänn för ett glas, jävla stråtröveri! Hemma hos Ronny får man bli hur full man vill och man kan spela bra musik på hög volym.

Nu lämnar jag datorn, jag återgår till festen. Ha det bra, alla läsare.

MVH/Hasse