Tequila Sunrise

I don’t usually give advice, but on this occasion I will, and it comes straight from the heart. Unless you’re Mexican, do not get drunk on tequila. I’ll say that again. Do not get drunk on tequila. Drink wood alcohol instead; it tastes the same, and at least it will kill you and you won’t wake up. Because waking up after clattering tequila is all bad news. It’s worse than radiation sickness. It’s living death.

The positional vertigo and cold sweats are the very least of your worries. Your head feels as if someone filled it with red hot carpet tacks by banging them in through your eye sockets with a flint axe, and then shook it violently. Your mouth tastes as if a dead skunk is decomposing in there.Your throat feels as if you’ve been drinking battery acid. Your stomach feels as if there’s a tiny plumber vigorously using a sink plunger at both ends. The rest of you feels as if your blood has been replaced with the seething fat off a roasting chicken. Even the soles of your feet hurt; it’s as if the Stasi had a go at them with a rubber truncheon while you were asleep.

Even your hair hurts. Not your scalp, though that hurts too. Your hair hurts.

If the thought of terrorists setting off a a dirty bomb in your neighbourhood gives you sleepless nights, just pray to the god of your choice they haven’t got a bucket of tequila, access to the roof of a tall building, a stiff breeze, and a half-decent firework with enough explosive power to create a fine spray. They could take out half a city with that. If they get to the top of 1 Canada Square in Canary Wharf, they could eliminate the population of the Isle of Dogs, most of Greenwich, and a big swathe of Catford. Birds would fall from the sky as far south as Dover. Even cockroaches wouldn’t survive the fallout.

If you get on an aeroplane, don’t worry about the man with the smouldering trainers, because he’s clearly incompetent. Just keep a sharp lookout for the guy with a perfume atomiser and a bottle of duty free with a dead worm in it. He’s a pro.

Tequila is so poisonous I’m surprised they’re allowed to sell it except as shark killer. If they decide to remake Jaws, I could produce a screenplay that made it into something the same length as an average trailer. Shark turns up, eats someone, the Robert Shaw character pours a bottle of tequila over the side of the boat, and the shark can’t swim anymore and drowns. The End. The downside would be the shoals of dead fish washing up along a five mile stretch of coastline.

Tequila makes absinth look like one of your five-a-day, plutonium look like a vitamin supplement. If I’d been that guy John Sulston who headed up the Human Genome Project, I’d have had a specialist subteam working on how there are any Mexicans left alive. They must possess a tequila antitoxin gene.

If you’re a gringo you don’t possess this useful piece of DNA. You get out of bed and your legs collapse, so you drop twitching to the floor as if you’d been tasered. When you finally recover from the fall and manage the steep uphill crawl over five miles of broken glass to get to the toilet and evacute your bowels, it brings a whole new terrible meaning to the term ‘toxic waste dump.’ It’s like voiding a mixture of boiling mud and 15 amp fuse wire. It really stings. Meanwhile you’re projectile vomiting into the washbasin so hard your eyeballs haemorrhage.

Do not get drunk on tequila. I’ve advised you. Please listen to me.

On the subject of Mexicans, they’re a hardy race, aren’t they? Think about it. Their national drink is tequila. They discovered peyote. They invented chilli con carne. Any one of those things can kill or maim. Out in the sticks you have to remember to shake the scorpions out of your shoes in the morning. Meanwhile Mexico City is so polluted it makes Kuala Lumpur look like the Eden Project.

Everyday life in Mexico makes that of the Inuits look like a holiday in a beach paradise somewhere. Yes, there are polar bears to worry about, but they’re pretty small change in comparison. In the event of a nuclear war, I’d back Mexico to be the sole surviving nation. Mexicans would say ‘What’s all that noise?’ and just get on with things, albeit while fighting off invading swarms of cockroaches fleeing the radiation and trying to find a safe haven.

5 thoughts on “Tequila Sunrise”

  1. javaj240 said:

    You are so right — on all counts!

    As to Mexicans being a “hardy race”, I would also like to add, from personal experience, that they also have the ability to work for hours on end in 120 degree (Fahrenheit — let’s not get crazy, now) with aplomb. Sure, they can lose their patience with the whining Caucasians who AT LEAST have access to the air-conditioned restaurant dining room, but, all in all, their approach to the heat and (worse!) the humidity is “Meh — it’s a little close in here.” as they soldier on. It’s something to see, really. The only other race that holds a candle to them in this arena are the Haitians, but they’re not nearly as nonchalant about it.

    • Yep, that cactus juice really REALLY messes you about.
      Hardy Mexicans? Oh yes.
      Honourable mention also to Guanxi Chinese, Keralans, and Sri Lankans Nothing stops those boys and girls.

  2. And this is exactly why I do NOT drink Tequila EVER. This is great, I am going to repost this at some point.

    Now on to Kingsley!

  3. NRM,

    My cousin Rick, got a bottle of Mezcal as a gift around 30 years ago. When we started into drinking it we were playing Blackjack. We kept a tally of games won with the agreement that the loser would have to eat the worm.

    By the time we finished the bottle we were rolling around wrestling to get the worm. When we got tired a compromise was made to split the worm between us. Neither of us was feeling particularly smart the next day.

    RR

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