Pissheads


Pissheads

The wife and I parked up at our local supermarket yesterday and on heading for the entrance, were confronted by an all too common sight these days; the pisshead.

There he was, sprawled against the wall, manky from head to foot; and having spent his hard-earned benefits on large bottles of cider and cans of lager, going off on one at customers going in and out of the store.

‘Wassa lookin’ a’ yer fuckers’ he ranted at us, ‘ bassas fuck off the lorra ya’ etc. I swear that it was just like seeing the legendary ‘Brown Bottle’ brought to life in front of our eyes;

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We came out about half an hour later and he was still sprawled out, only now he’d pissed himself and was sitting in an expanding pool while two scuffers and a store security guard tried to get some sense out of him.

Now don’t get me wrong; I like a drink, but bloody Nora. This cunt was making a public spectacle of himself where he could be seen by youngsters as well as everybody else. Part of me had a little bit of sympathy for someone reduced to that state, but then you could argue that he’d brought it on himself.

I know it’s commonplace for people to think that being drunk is funny, but all too often drunks are antisocial (see any town centre on Saturday night), sometimes plain nasty, and worst of all, dangerous. As I said, I like a drink, but pissheads can get to fuck.

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Nominated by: Ron Knee

88 thoughts on “Pissheads

  1. I can count the number of times I’ve been seriously pissed on my fingers. I never got into regular drinking, not because I’m an antisocial misfit (which I am) but because I went in to field service for a living and stayed there for 49 years. A driving ban would have meant unemployed and unemployable. Since retiring I drink more, most days a can/bottle of beer and a glass of wine with dinner because I know I’m not going to be called upon to drive afterwards. I’ve little sympathy with folks who get banned. If you get pissed and then pilot a ton of metal around amongst the general public at 50 or 100 feet a second then you desrve everything you get.

    I worked with a man whose daughter in her early thirties was a genuine alcoholic. It was no laughing matter, it was tragic. She couldn’t work and spent most days zonked out in her bedroom at her parents house. He was so shattered by the situation I don’t know how he turned in to work every day but he did. Apparently the effect on his wife was devastating.

    • This is it arfur. The lass in question clearly couldn’t have given a flying fuck for the effect on those around her either, it was all about her and sod everybody else. What a state to get yourself into. Addicts don’t just crash and burn, they can take others down with them.

      I wonder where she got her drinking money from?

      • I don’t know Ron, never asked. I guess she was on benefits and realistically any shortfall would have been picked up by her family.

    • As a reformed pisshead , let’s have a “who can neck 2 bottles of 43% ABV Scotch without puking their ring contest” and then decide who’s a fucking lightweight.

      • To be honest, that is a heroic amount of booze. You win.

        Far outweighs my single bottle of Teachers ale cask reserve and four Mc Ewan’s export for breakfast routine.

        Glad you found a good place. Stick with it 👍

  2. PS ; That wannabe ” National Treasure” Jay-no-talent-whatsoever Blades has found himself in the dock for coercive behaviour. Apparently he forced his wife to dye one half of her growler a different colour.
    What a truly revolting hideous slimy brown slug!

  3. A long time ago now there was a drunk on a train that swore at me and gave me a load of aggro. I hadn’t had a great day at work and for a split second would have enjoyed leaving the tread of my size 10s on his face.

    Then the realization hit me that this was as good as his life was going to get. Quite sad really.

    I had a lot more to lose. So let it go and just moved to another carriage and stood up until I reached my stop.
    His life was already shit without me making it worse. Sometimes you really do have to put your ego aside and be the bigger man and walk away.

    An old school friend of mine drank himself to death a while back.
    Probably sounds a bit wet but it broke my heart. He was my best friend between the age of 12 and 18.
    Feel like I failed him in a way.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGb_E3UzDXk

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