The best way to get into a bottle of wine when you don't own/can't find a corkscrew is...
...to sneak into the kitchen and quickly use your unliked flatmate's. He's not in, or I'd ask, honest :) And it's desperate times. The other methods Google showed me looked scary, or involved a screw (don't have) and a hammer (don't have).
Guess that's on my To Buy list :D
But yes. Kids, you shouldn't be drinking, but adults? Don't try those methods at home :) There will always be someone more prepared than you that you can borrow off.
And if that fails, be a Sneaky Peagreen :P
...is it bad that I now feel bad for borrowing it? Moral!fail *facepalm*
Do not watch 'Dead Man's Shoes'. In fact, just avoid British cinema. It's depressing, violent, pointless and stupid,
But thankfully I now have wine and can thus try and ignore the 2 hours worth of violence and depression I just had to sit through.
May post more Mr Fish later :D After I get my submission written for tomorrow that is. But I did draw some more during this film (it was that bad).
I'm starting to think I should have a tag for Adventures in Alcohol.
What the hell. It's my blog :D
Does the fact that I'm drinking a nice rosé out of a Winnie The Pooh tumbler strike anyone else as odd? It has Eeyore on it :D
Right. Off to go and try and persuade a man he's dead...*
*Not really, obviously. It just so happens that this is what I'm doing in my writing for tomorrow :D
Oh, and anyone interested in reading my newly-rewritten-using-the-blood-of-innocents-and-the-sweat-of-a-thousand-spider-monkeys ghost story? Well. Not exactly blood of innocents. Or sweat of a thousand spider monkeys. But flabberghastingly unholy amounts of time. And stuffs. Like wine.
Guess that's on my To Buy list :D
But yes. Kids, you shouldn't be drinking, but adults? Don't try those methods at home :) There will always be someone more prepared than you that you can borrow off.
And if that fails, be a Sneaky Peagreen :P
...is it bad that I now feel bad for borrowing it? Moral!fail *facepalm*
Do not watch 'Dead Man's Shoes'. In fact, just avoid British cinema. It's depressing, violent, pointless and stupid,
But thankfully I now have wine and can thus try and ignore the 2 hours worth of violence and depression I just had to sit through.
May post more Mr Fish later :D After I get my submission written for tomorrow that is. But I did draw some more during this film (it was that bad).
I'm starting to think I should have a tag for Adventures in Alcohol.
What the hell. It's my blog :D
Does the fact that I'm drinking a nice rosé out of a Winnie The Pooh tumbler strike anyone else as odd? It has Eeyore on it :D
Right. Off to go and try and persuade a man he's dead...*
*Not really, obviously. It just so happens that this is what I'm doing in my writing for tomorrow :D
Oh, and anyone interested in reading my newly-rewritten-using-the-blood-of-innocents-and-the-sweat-of-a-thousand-spider-monkeys ghost story? Well. Not exactly blood of innocents. Or sweat of a thousand spider monkeys. But flabberghastingly unholy amounts of time. And stuffs. Like wine.