Hot Stuff, Cold Comfort, Clever Ending

It occurred to me, immediately prior to commiting to blog, that I could probably separate this into three posts.

My next thought was that I could write one post and save the rest in document or draft form. Draft form, there's an idea...

For my similarly boom-bust affected chums and any other readers who find their October home bar equally decimated, I take great pleasure in bringing you some Credit-Crunch Cocktails.

NoozeHound's Drinks of Desperation


Turn out the cupboards, look for anything alocoholic to drink. After establishing all the bottles of Grenadine are not alcoholic and therefore of zero use without Tequila, grab the Boozey Blackcurrant and Nut Juice.
 




 (they look nothing like this)

•  Frankirstein's Monster

Bottle of 'Sisca - Creme de Cassis' bought on a crap trip to Calais with a demeted woman.
One bottle Frangelico, purchased because it was on a list of shooter requirements.
    
Try not to sniff the nut juice but pour about 50ml into a glass. Top off with the Creme de Cassis until it's tolerable. Don't breathe it in, the nut smell lingers.

• Cox's Crunch

Seek out aforementioned bottle of Frangelico. Pour about 50ml into a big wine glass. Drown with Apple Juice and quaff until slightly giddy. Again, don't breathe in, that nut stuff is vile.

•  Unfair Comparison

Go back to the woefully under-stocked drinks cabinet. Seek out the remaining half bottle of Triple Sec (left over from the Margueritas when you drank all the Tequila) and pour about 50ml into a large wine glass. Top off with Apple Juice until safe to drink. Neck quite quiggerly.

So long as you have consumed the mandatory bottle of wine, I can more or less guarantee any of the drinks listed above to get you more pissed, threaten heart-burn and not make you violently sick.


In other news, the interview went pretty well and NoozeHound returns to the world of gainful employment first thing Monday morning.

Realistically, money will be really good. I wish I could have cracked that internet millionaire thing though. 'Working from home' sure helped make sense of the child care requirement.

Sadly, no matter how much analysis I did, all of my 'niches' seemed to lie in extremely competition-rich areas, like food and sex and drugs and rock and roll.

Remember my 'speciality' that I thought I could get an ebook and small offline business from. I'm still working on that as my 'topic' for copy-writing 101.

Shortly to be returning to the role of wage slave;

welcome to the disappointment.