Born to be mild

These days one could no longer describe the Big Nose Club as a triumvirate of hellraisers.   
Long gone are the days when we would go through six pints of stout on a school night without even giving it a second thought. 
These days Vivian has the two, Michael just the one and I sip my 0.0 with my pinky raised. 
We still manage to talk a lot of bollix. Some things are truly hardwired.