As countries go to war over religious views, children battle over team colours, families battle over everything and anything, a true drunk doesnt. Hell happily sit and wait for it all to blow over so long as the whiskey is flowing, the barmaids are busty and the songs dont turn bad. This is the musings of one of said booze bags in the form of something resembling poetry. You can almost smell the wine and misery. Fancy a laugh, sob, insight into a new world, or more bog roll? This is the book for you

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