Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
alcoholics anonymous
Delilah, on New Year’s Eve.
Delilah: How did you celebrate this castratingly realisational passage of pointless measurement of arbitrary parameters? Did you have a snog and a whisky? Or a cabaret and a spliff? Or, dare I say it, a bottle episode?
Cecily: Bottle episode. Setting: my house. Cast: every Tinder date I’ve met over the past year. Food: fromage. Ending: catastrophic, as preordained.
Charles, on nomenclature.
Charles: I found a kitten yesterday. He’s a mad alcoholic. I’m naming him Jameson after my other (found) cat.
Cecily: What’s your other cat’s name?
Charles: Whiskey.
thedailymails 