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Brendan Wrote:

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> Meh, it?s just a build up of uric acid crystals in

> your joints from increased blood acidity. I?ve

> never though of it as anything else.

>

> But I supposed I had the benefit of being pretty

> well informed about medical things in my family as

> my mom is a nurse.


It also refers to a powerful spray of arterial blood. I've had the uric crystals one but I don't want the other one.

It?s not actually an infection of any sort like mumps. It is just a build up in your joints normally causedby an acidic diet and too much booze. It?s not catchy or anything.


In the 1700's it was dead trendy. Meant you had money to eat loads of meat and drink all day long.

Brendan Wrote:

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> Sorry, bir.. er chi.. duck?

>

> Ok listen just exactly what type of poultry based

> slang should I call my old lady these days to stay

> down with the kids, yoh?


Brendan, just refer to any anachronisms as 'old school' or 'skool' and you can get away with anything.

Even Dr Scholl's footwear.

No, no, The War. Well the last one anyway. You?re probably too young to remember it but me and a few of the chaps went over to Europe for a barney and taught the Germans a thing or two.


Or was it the French? Not sure anymore but they were definitely a foreign lot.


There was definitely garlic involved and sausage too though. All a bit like that pizza express place Jaybee goes to woo the young ladies really, garlic, sausage and hot Americans.


And cigarettes but of course smoking was still good for you back then.

I think people are being a bit tough on jaybee. If a girl has posted that a bloke had turned up for their date completely plastered, would people have been so quick to condemn her for not making sure the bloke got home? When all is said and done, a drunk guy is probably as vulnerable, if not rather more so, to getting into trouble - just more likely to be violence than rape.


I wouldn't dream of turning up for a date already smashed, it's really bad manners. I like a drink, but I think I've only twice in my life got myself into a state where friends needed to see me home and never to the point of being out with sick dribbling down my face - that's just disgusting.


Maybe it wasn't the most "gentlemanly" thing to do - but then turning up in that state isn't exactly ladylike!

Gout=Excess uric acid which needs an outlet and finds it in yourweakest joint which is usually the big toe.


Its the only thing I've ever had in my life worth mentioning and it only came in the Summer.


Finally realised that it was not "drink" in my case (as I rarely do) but too many Coca-Colas and Soft drinks in the Summer when naturally the desire is greater.

Naproxen Tablets make it go within the hour usually.

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