MEMEHUNTER

Bibbety, bobbety, booze.

Friends of mine will be familiar with my ghost train analogy.

For those unaquainted with it...

Do we all remember Ghostbusters 2? Specifically, do we remember the scene where 3 of the 'busters are wandering through an old subway tunnel when a massive great ghost train comes screaming down the tunnel? Two of the heroes leap out of it's path, one stands in the track and screams as the whole train rushes over him. Being insubstantial, it goes through him. Being, well, a train, it also surrounds him. For a moment, he is utterly surrounded by an ethereal, glowing, rushing force. Then it is gone.

I find this a suitable image for those "oh... my... god" moments that we all have after a particularly heavy night. They tend to visit most people in the shower the following morning, generally when one has just started to relax and rinse shampoo out of one's hair. I'm talking when memories of indiscretions of the night before suddenly surface and knowledge of just what a fool you made of yourself scream around and through you like... well, like the ghost train in Ghostbusters 2.

It is a handy analogy. I use it often.
I feel it frequently.

Like today.

Now, I'm not actually going to tell you what todays ghost train is carrying. Suffice it to say that I now think that alcohol is EVIL. Evil and bad and wrong. I also think that I am a bit of an eejit. Surprised even me this time. Ah well, I shall blame the booze.

Beer used to be my friend. Suddenly beer hates me. What did I do to beer? Why, beer? Why the betrayal?

Ah well. As Homer said:

"Alcohol: cause of, and solution to, all life's problems"

posted by Memehunter @ 1:21 PM