People often ask me what sort of person I am, whether I am a ‘glass half full’, or ‘glass half empty’ sort of person. I inevitably respond by making it clear I am the sort of person who would never serve anyone half a glass of anything, and I expect to be treated the same.

Who gives out half a glass of drink anyway? The tight bastards. I can imagine the first person to ever to ask this utterly shit philosophical question was merely short of booze and looking for a way to justify short changing their guests.

“Hang on, this glass of beer seems to be missing a quantity of liquid.”

“Ah yes!” responds the completely inadequate host “But the question is, do you think the glass is half empty, or half full?”

“Are you taking the piss? You’ve run out of booze again haven’t you?”

“No, I am merely interested in determining your philosophical outlook on life.” 

“Get fucked! I knew we should’ve had gone to Dave’s for poker night. This is fucking shit.”

Don’t be a tight arse, fill up everyone’s glass.