Hi Fiona,
It's 3.35 am and I can't sleep. I had insomnia as a child and I think it's coming back. When I was three years old my parents were given a bottle of champagne as a present and on one of my nocturnal forages I found the champagne and drank it. How I got the cork off is a mystery but perseverance and patience in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles has always been one of my strengths...
My mother found me passed out on the hall floor the next morning. She didn't take me to the hospital. Maybe it was too late to pump my stomach as the alcohol had entered my blood stream by then. I wasn't allowed out of the house for a week until I 'dried out' but more probably to let the alcoholic fumes fade from my breath.
Champagne remains my first drink of choice but a pint of Bulmers will do in a pinch. Neil and I are down in Kenmare for our anniversary and while the hotel is lovely I can never sleep in a strange bed hence my writing to you: you're the only one awake.
I could chance the hotel bar but I can't find my clothes in the dark and don't want to risk waking Neil. There is a can of cider in the fridge at home but it's too far to drive.
What news have I? Bugger all really. Tom has started his new course in Galway and LOVES it, thank God. I asked him were the girls in Galway as nice as Cork but he refused to be drawn. My boys tell me nothing... Joe's match was cancelled because of the rain. The rain today was spectacular; thank God for water proof clothes.
Speaking of which, I must have been sprayed with Teflon as a child - right after my alcoholic phase - as I seem to be oblivious to the negativity around me. People's agonies seem to have no effect on me. I'd have made a terrible nurse: I laugh when I see people in pain. Tonight at dinner, Neil noticed a woman at the next table complain about every course and even sent her dinner back. At another table, he noticed a woman giving her husband a bollocking. I saw two men sharing a bottle of Dom Perignon at 185 Euros a bottle. They were a handsome couple, happy and relaxed and even took selfies of themselves. They were a hoot. Why argue over dinner? why complain? It ruins your digestion. Actually, why have champagne with dinner? Drink the champagne; fuck the dinner.
It's nearly 4 am. If you are awake text me back. All I need is one drink and I'll be in a coma.
It's so peaceful at this hour of the night/morning. The rain has stopped and the sky is clear. I can see thousands of stars, some are in clusters while others stand out alone sharp and bright. The moon is barely a fingernail. I could go for a walk but if I go outside, I might get locked out. And I might meet other nocturnal beasts and scare the shit out of myself.
Sleeplessness is a curse and I'm pouring out my heart to you dearest, and one and only awake, friend. It's great having friends in different time zones: there's always someone up. And as the saying goes it's five o'clock somewhere. Where? Middle of the Atlantic? No pubs there..... I'm hallucinating. Thank God for predictive text: who can spell 'hallucinating' at this hour?
Alright, I really am going to bed besides, I'm bursting for a piss. Take care, my wise and lovely friend. When you're in Cork, schedule me in for a marathon chat. That's if you're sure you want to see me again. My kingdom for a cider and a packet of Taytos right now. Night, night x
It's 3.35 am and I can't sleep. I had insomnia as a child and I think it's coming back. When I was three years old my parents were given a bottle of champagne as a present and on one of my nocturnal forages I found the champagne and drank it. How I got the cork off is a mystery but perseverance and patience in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles has always been one of my strengths...
My mother found me passed out on the hall floor the next morning. She didn't take me to the hospital. Maybe it was too late to pump my stomach as the alcohol had entered my blood stream by then. I wasn't allowed out of the house for a week until I 'dried out' but more probably to let the alcoholic fumes fade from my breath.
Champagne remains my first drink of choice but a pint of Bulmers will do in a pinch. Neil and I are down in Kenmare for our anniversary and while the hotel is lovely I can never sleep in a strange bed hence my writing to you: you're the only one awake.
I could chance the hotel bar but I can't find my clothes in the dark and don't want to risk waking Neil. There is a can of cider in the fridge at home but it's too far to drive.
What news have I? Bugger all really. Tom has started his new course in Galway and LOVES it, thank God. I asked him were the girls in Galway as nice as Cork but he refused to be drawn. My boys tell me nothing... Joe's match was cancelled because of the rain. The rain today was spectacular; thank God for water proof clothes.
Speaking of which, I must have been sprayed with Teflon as a child - right after my alcoholic phase - as I seem to be oblivious to the negativity around me. People's agonies seem to have no effect on me. I'd have made a terrible nurse: I laugh when I see people in pain. Tonight at dinner, Neil noticed a woman at the next table complain about every course and even sent her dinner back. At another table, he noticed a woman giving her husband a bollocking. I saw two men sharing a bottle of Dom Perignon at 185 Euros a bottle. They were a handsome couple, happy and relaxed and even took selfies of themselves. They were a hoot. Why argue over dinner? why complain? It ruins your digestion. Actually, why have champagne with dinner? Drink the champagne; fuck the dinner.
It's nearly 4 am. If you are awake text me back. All I need is one drink and I'll be in a coma.
It's so peaceful at this hour of the night/morning. The rain has stopped and the sky is clear. I can see thousands of stars, some are in clusters while others stand out alone sharp and bright. The moon is barely a fingernail. I could go for a walk but if I go outside, I might get locked out. And I might meet other nocturnal beasts and scare the shit out of myself.
Sleeplessness is a curse and I'm pouring out my heart to you dearest, and one and only awake, friend. It's great having friends in different time zones: there's always someone up. And as the saying goes it's five o'clock somewhere. Where? Middle of the Atlantic? No pubs there..... I'm hallucinating. Thank God for predictive text: who can spell 'hallucinating' at this hour?
Alright, I really am going to bed besides, I'm bursting for a piss. Take care, my wise and lovely friend. When you're in Cork, schedule me in for a marathon chat. That's if you're sure you want to see me again. My kingdom for a cider and a packet of Taytos right now. Night, night x
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