Polska: the Route to Redemption

[TheDrunkardAnglo]

I am back. Back in Polska. It has been nine years since I've been to the Republic of Poland. I left Poland nine years ago in disgrace. Blood and piss soaked trousers, broken glasses, a smashed phone and a receipt for a night in a drunk tank.

For sometime it was an open wound, a unpleasant hangover, a painful memory. Though like all wounds it healed. It became a funny scar. Something you'd get out and show people after a few drinks at parties. Drinking is living. Living is drinking. At the end of the innings. The close of play. We will see it is all character building. What does not make you a better person, will make you a funnier one. Or perhaps a bitter one, if you allow that wound to fester. It is all about how you play the game. When you come up to bat. Play the ball, not the man. Play with character and fortitude. In your darkest most humiliating moments, do not cower. Embrace that moment with your chest. Suck on it like some beer fraulein's left tit. There is dignity in this. It is all a test. It is cricket.

In spite of my irreconcilable difference of opinion with the Republic of Poland regarding the events that transpired that fateful evening nine years ago I do like Poland. I like the food; being British odd looking soups and dumplings is gourmet. I love and have loved the women. Their beer and vodka is some of the best. The history is that of struggle and resistance.

This is the start, follow this thread for more drunkard ramblings as i seek to get to the heart of Warsaw drunkardness. There will be supporting cast appearances  from Ohio Rob and the cousin. I am of course the protagonist.

[Badfellow]

The rate of pregnancies increases an average of 20% in those nations visited by the DrunkardAnglo. Coincidence? I think not.