Wifey's cousin is one of those irritatingly pushy people who wants you to drink the same volume of the same tipple that he's drinking. The "go on, just have one more with me" type. The easiest way is simply to switch the vodka in my shot glass for water which is an entertaining art to master. Best done outside, obviously. More plant pots, there.
He's also one of those right in your face type of people - almost nose to nose as they speak to you. Space Invaders, I call them. I step back, he advances. I step back, he advances. I'd love to see a speeded up video replay of the night, see how much distance I cover, backwards.
I rarely drink at all now but when I finally get over to Blighty and the boozers are open, it's a pint of London Pride, rapidly followed with another pint of London Pride. Then another.
Can't wait.
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