Iâm on the Flower Estates. Got a bit bored and needed to replenish ye olde death sticks.
I headed out at 8:45pm, alone. Decided to head out to the pub where I got offered out the last time. I said I was bored, and itâs local.
Bonus #1 - I remembered names. I have at least one more in the noggin. This is a good thing.
Bonus #2 - There were two groups in the pub, both of which I knew. The first was my old shoplifting crew (nick us, cunts - we were under 10)
Bonus #3 - The other group was comprised of elements of my broâs old crew.
Bonus #4 - The two crews didnât know each other.
Bonus #5 - âBosâ, guest Sotonian in the Liverpool away game, was present. He still remembers Goatboy curling up on a sofa when we were playing PES, saying âItâs not real, itâs not realâ
Bonus #6 - One of the minion mushes was a Tottenham fan, from Southampton, clad head to toe in sportswear. I told him he looked like a fucking scouser. tbf, he did give me some âkeep rockingâ bullshit before he knew I was his bossâ lil mate. He deserved it.
Bonus #7 - I gave some relatively decent adivce to someone without being a patronising or judgemental cunt.
Bonus #8 - Cleared up the last visit and my broâs rage with a couple of hearty âyou know what heâs like!â. Cheap.
Demerit #1 - Was confronted by a person that knew my name, but could not remember hers.
Demerit #2 - Beaten by trivia machine while listening to posh university lads talking about a potential Harry Potter mustical.
Random beers at the closest drinking establishment 9/10
The amazing thing is that unionhotel, rogue in his day, put me on the straight and narraâ with a well delivered speech concerning âlight fingersâ.
In hindsight, that looks like good parenting, but sometimes I wonder, did he hold me back?
Can someone put Appâs post into proper 90âs English that I could understand?
âThe Lodgerâ departed to commute for work in UK next week (European Tour Q School), eldest son landed with his wife on a stop over on their delayed honeymoon to Vietnam (you GOTTA go there gang) so Mrs D_P & I demolished some specially imported vino from the slopes of Mount Etna - Gambino Vinyard while watching San Andreas & a bunch of Eureka episodes.
I thought weâd overdone it when Eureka seemed to merge with warehouse 13 and went happily to bed & dreamt that Rickie Lambert got on the end of that back heel from PET after his MLT run on Thursday & buried it in the back of the net from the centre circle.
Woke up this morning and realised I REALLY must not eat Stilton before bed time no matter how much the Vino deserves it.
I was quite surprised at how empty it was. Itâs the one near Highbury and Islington station. A mix of old men who are always there, students and a smattering of hipsters. One of the nicer toilets in a pub Iâve seen too. It wasnât that awful.
My friday night is your afternoon so I can get pished earlier than you, then be sober for when you are all pished.or I can stay drunk and miss most of the football due to being asleep. I think therefore I drink.
Yes, it does. Just make sure you are âpoppingâ on an empty stomach. And twice the recommended dosage 4 hourly will see you just fine (if a little itchy after a while)
My best mate (sorry Fatso) turned up yesterday for a drinking session. Almost whited out around the 8pm mark. Ended up drinking coffee to sober meself up a bit. Ended up retiring to bed at around 3am myself.
Tâwas a good night. Highlight was probably playing Quiplash, which is like a version of Cards Against Humanity in which you provide your own answer (as opposed to picking one from a set of cards).