Man doesn't know how he'd cope without his emotional support pint

A MAN does not know how he would get through the day without the aid of his trusty emotional support pint.

Bill McKay used to find the stresses of everyday life overwhelming until he decided to start carrying a 568ml glass filled to the brim with Otter ale around with him wherever he went.

He said: “It’s been a life-saver. I used to have to face life head-on in complete sobriety, but thanks to the help of my emotional support pint I can take the edge off things with a few sips.

“I admit people tend to just have a pint in the pub, but that’s no use if you’ve got a stressful job interview at 9am.

“Failed marriages, threats of redundancy, the news in general, all of these otherwise terrifying concerns fade into insignificance when you’ve got a pint in your hand. I’d be lost without it.

“Sure, I get a few funny looks when I take it on a plane to calm my fear of flying, but most people are understanding and ask where I managed to get a pint at that altitude because they’re gasping for a drink.”

Friend Joanna Kramer said: “Sometimes one emotional support drink isn’t enough. I need four hip flasks filled with Echo Falls just to get through taking my kids to soft play.”

Five things the chatty bastard on the train is going to talk to you about

ON a packed train you may be forced to sit next to a ‘talker’. Here’s what this psycho will be droning on about as they invade your personal space for the entire journey.

Their itinerary

After practically sitting on your lap, they launch straight into their schedule for the day. It’s a series of tedious personal errands, so naturally they describe them in excruciating detail, while drinking an energy drink and opening a bag of Pickled Onion Monster Munch. They offer you one. You don’t fancy it at 7.30am but more importantly you must not be indebted to them.

Their family

When they wrongly think they’ve built a rapport, they move onto their family. Their brothers and sisters are ‘no good’, one has ‘money problems’ and another likes a drink. The only one worth a damn is ‘dear old Mum’. She rings during the trip and they have a 10-minute row about a loan of £2. Their mobile phone is ancient. For some reason, their ringtone is Sex Bomb by Tom Jones.

Their job

After a thorough pry about your relationship status, gross salary and exact address, they describe the nightmare that is their job. Within minutes you have a vivid impression of what it’s like to work in the bakery section of a multinational supermarket and have heard enough horror stories to never eat bread again. The bosses are ‘idiots’ and there’s a jam doughnut theft problem you’re expected to be shocked and saddened about.

Their questionable views

They inevitably have weird opinions. Radio phone-in hot topics like political correctness, limp-wristed policing, pronouns and miscellaneous ‘foreigners’ all get an airing. You feebly try to distance yourself from the racist undertones by buying a KitKat from the trolley but they won’t let you. It’s too expensive and Nestle are part of a ‘wider government conspiracy’.

Their health

As you’re ‘friends’ now after 45 minutes’ acquaintance, they trust you to hear their entire medical history. Just as they’ve finished talking you through every lanced boil, drained cyst and inserted suppository you realise you’ve just missed your stop and you’ll have to sit through another hour of this shit before you can head back in the right direction.