6.25am and have woken up on the sofa of shameâŚ
No idea how I got there- off to bed (the spare one obvs) for a few zzzzâs
gânight.
6.25am and have woken up on the sofa of shameâŚ
No idea how I got there- off to bed (the spare one obvs) for a few zzzzâs
gânight.
cos you pissed in your Chardonnay?
Weâll, my mouth assumes I didâŚ
Edit: more like, shat in it
Fuckin ell Iâm soused.
Iâll be late home Iâm with Polish clients make your own dinner said the wife.
WTF you had steak & chips and a bottle of Votes du Rhone?
What about my dinner? Here is the Chinese takeaway menu love.
Iâm having a pint of Bacardi & Coke & watching Peaky Blinders, see you in the morningâŚ
Cunts
Wouldnât be a Friday without your traditional end of evening salutation
That Bletchian salutation marks the beginning of his evening. From there, anything could happen. Much of it normally does.
That was a night wobbly as we left Ericâs place to find a choice of only Magnets Budweiser or Vodka at ÂŁ10 a pop at the gig.
Do we covered.
Not full for Plan B who was surprisingly brilliant then packed out for the Stereophonics. Oh how we danced and sang and drunkenly filled everyoneâ FB feeds oops.
Then to Barasti to avoid the taxi queues. This appers to have been a very bad idea this morning did we REALLY need those 3 pints of Hopgoblin.
What a great gig & night
What pain this morning
I know I am visually impaired this Morning, but spellcheck seems to have a life of itâs own this morning.
Ah no I did type all that my bad.
Got in at 4am having left the Grantham at 1:30am.
Seems like I spent 2 hours in the kebab shop intervening in a marital dispute about a coupleâs 20-year-old autistic son.
I got called a twat - twice, but didnât get punched.
Thatâs a result!
Also got a text this morning from the hubby apologising if he was offensive.
Bugger that I thought, how did he get my number? At least his number wasnât written in marker pen on my chest this time. (memo to self - check chest!)
Alcohol. Just say no.
Oh, and out tonight with a Pompey supporting mate. Fuck.
Oh, and out tomorrow with a bunch of Internet losers celebrating losing 9-0 to Citeh. Fuck.
Fucking traumatized.
That is the saddest fucking thing I have ever seen.
I am extremely pickled on a Saturday night. Does that count?
Iâve had a lot of beer poured over me by a very large drunk bloke in the seat behind me at Frank Turner fest⌠does that count?
Only as long as you started on Friday night
Rules is rules - read the name of the thread
Only if you post pictures. Those are the forum rules, not my rules.
I can only apologise for that