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men and their beer-fueled hormones

Last night, on the train home from Cardiff (11pm is a stupidly early time for the last train home between two major cities) I had to sit next to a kerfuffle as, for no apparent reason, two very drunk old boys decided they didn't really like each other and verbally sparred in that unique that only drunkards can. It eventually settled down, but left in my mind a small state of sadness at the evils of too much alcohol (my own personal alcoholic evil being the purchase and consumption of a Burger King Double Angus with Bacon and Cheese on the way to the station). The really sad bit was when the quite inebriated and harmless old boy sitting next to me very sadly informed me, in between apologising for his friends, that he had been made redundant that morning. There wasn't a lot I could say.

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