Here are two letters from Sunday’s column which was all about having a ‘wasted’ youth.
Unfortunately neither are from raging, disappointed Christians, sorry. But both are cute and made me smile, so I hope they’ll have the same effect on you.
Rotflmbao!! Classic! Just read yo column and you are spot on about everything- almost like you had hidden cameras documenting my life! Playing pool, abstaining from Stroh Rum and the ability to roll a joint in 4 seconds flat! Back then you could get hammered till 4am and be in a lecture by 8am but these days if I drink till midnight I cant get up before midday! One thing I always catch myself smiling about is those old obscure songs that i can recognise and sing along to are the best reminder of how much older I am now since those days. Keep us smiling Paige.
Sorry dude, I would have credited you, but your mail came through unsigned.
and there’s this one, which was a comment that appeared here on the blog. Oh Sylvie, you’re too classic.
ja like duh. butter knife and a doc marten 🙂 i find the screw driver/hammer combo tends to break the glass and then you have to sift wine through a double bull cotton t-shirt) still open wine like that
LOVE IT! xxx
Such an old soak. Brilliant.
Hands up if you’ve ever opened a bottle of wine with a butter knife and a doc marten! *waves proudly*
Or do you have any other bottle opening secrets from your ‘wasted’ youth that you can share? I’d love to hear them. Or any other memories/skills from your wasted youth?
Let us know in comments section below. Any stand-out answers will win a copy of my book mailed to their post box.
A lovely Tuesday to you all. Hey, at least Monday is behind us.