He was from South Shields.
Remember that party at Bellevue where we had a bonfire in the back garden forgetting about the petrol station the other side of the back wall? I still remeber the fireman appearing ovee the wall through the smoke. Fun times.
I suppose I could come and speak to you as we are currently in the same house.
Just spotted this SB. My condolences.
Chin up buddy.
Because tomorrow is Good Friday today is officaially Friday, or Mediocre Thursday, in about 2 hours time I expect to be well on my way to being more than slightly pickled 
Me too Brizzyā¦hope youāre holding upā¦itās a tough time.
Thursday is this weeks Friday.
Liquid luch to buffer the arrival of the Mother in lawā¦
Have next week off. I am very much looking forward to a few drinks tonigjt.
Whoās Tonigit? Had a few already?
I am. Got to KL business class lounge and asked for a Vodka and coke so the young lad behind the counter git what looked like a shot glass, So I asked if he had any larger glasses (me being stone cold sober for the previous 28 days) he said no, What about those beer glasses then ? I said, You want it in there? Yes why not, So a little ice to cool the glass then half way with Vodka and topped up with 220 ml coke.
2 of those later I have to catch the flight to Manila where they dont have any large glasses so its vodka with minimal coke for the next three hours
I remember getting to a New Yearās Eve party lateā¦they only had pint glasses left and only red wine of an indeterminate origin.
I led the midnight Conga Chain through the front and rear gardens of the near and distant neighbourhood. Some of the neighbours still arenāt talking to our hosts nearly 35 years later.
I suffered the worlds worst hangover for the following 2 days.
Sober this eveningā¦so far.
2 pints of Old Golden Hen down, food coming soon
A glass of Devilās Backbone down so far as Iām out with Mrs Bletch taking advantage of Wetherspoons current night (Iām an old romantic).
Got a pint of Shityard (sic) on order so that should be enough to see me punching light fittings (ask Rust Cohle) and telling random people (like Mrs Bletch) that I love them.
A few things to report on. The party was cool, but I really shouldnāt have thrown it on the same weekend as the Grand National. With the exception of @intiniki , my best mate Matt, my eldest and her new boyf, the first one sheās ever brought home, it was a mostly local affair. Hotels were oversubscribed and expensive.
Fun was had though, although I was under strict instruction not to be a dick to the new boyf. I was not a dick, although one of the first things I said in his presence was a question to Matt.
āGot that torture rack ready, yet?ā He was a nice nipper though. He did alright.
The teenage contingent took command of the dining room, setting up a beer pong game. ms papās cousin, a strapping boxer, decides to take them on. Itās winner stays on, heās surprisingly adept and the beer disappears. Heās playing spirit pong now. Later. he is spewing in various parts of the garden and falling about the place. I lost my game of spirit pong to him, though.
Loosened the tonsils with a proper job.
opened a crisp Torraine to go with our Greek Salad and grilled Bream.
contenplating what to open next as the Ayatollah has accused me of guzzling again
She might have a point (hic)
I have four days off. my longest break since Christmas.
The Kraken may be released.
2 pina coladas down. Waiting for a curry. I think thatās what the Wetherspoons have on tonight that @saintbletch was on about.
Yeah next year letās not have it on a grand national day and then I can get a weekend in Liverpool at a nice hotel. Rather than being your āhuman petā sleeping in you room. Actually not as weird as it sounds or could have been.
Welcome to our World.
See? Theyāve taken you over already