Yeah I'm sure it would. Let's all donate everything and live in a commune. I bet I wouldn't sleep then cos of all the snoring from other people
I've been designing the labels for my 3 sorts of schnapps, and enjoying myself writing the pretentious copy for the back label. The idea is to create professional-looking labels with an undercurrent of irony (which will be missed by most - but that's fine).
It's cos you're too organised. You've done all your Xmas shopping already and you're worrying over who you've missed/ is that present good enough? Etc. schoolboy error. In true man style you're better off knowing you've done nothing and left it all to Xmas eve afternoon. Finish work lunchtime - couple of sharpeners down the local , then two hours intense Xmas shopping on Xmas eve. Job done. Oh, those days crammed into The Forum in Croydon Whitgift centre at 1200 Xmas eve, couple of pints then the sprint round buying. Any. Old. Shite... Fond memories.
Walked the dog on a round trip to get newspaper, probably about 3 miles. Long and hilly cycle ride (no other option where we live!) followed by a major walk with the dog. Hour in the gym, dinner, now slumped on sofa feeling pleasantly knackered!
Forced into going in the loft and getting all the friggin Xmas stuff out then electing to do the ironing rather than put the tree up !! Worked out ok, watched the NEC show I had recorded while I attempted to do the kids school uniforms !
I've got one of those fully automatic washing machines for that sort of thing. Dirty clothes on floor...clean and ironed clothes in wardrobe... Only cost an arm and a leg.
I was toying with the ideal of buying a local pub and renaming it "the Gym"... The inspiration was the pub called "the dog house"
