Had a busy weekend. Friday evening I was in Luton to see Nic's band play. The band were very good and I particulary enjoyed the cover of Pretend that we're dead. The soundsystem was impressive and could be heard up the street. In fact my friend Stuart, who has lived in Luton for 5 years, didnt know where the pub was and found it by following the music from the multistorey carpack up the road, This was an amazing display of intelligence and initiative from a bloke whose nickname when we were at school was 'dopey'. Had quite a few beers that night in an atempt to recover from the rigours of work and slept like a baby when I got home.
Yesterday, me and Stuart payed a visit to another friends house. As is usual when we're at Ians we got through a litre bottle of whiskey and talked bollocks whilst we were pissed. Upon finishing the whiskey we decided to head off to the Dome. Had more whiskey there and stumbled around the dance floor wildly swining our heads around to Slayer and Pantera. Boy does my neck feel fucked. The kebab shop opposite to the Dome has now become some manky KFC clone, but being pissed we got food from there anyway. Worst damn chicken Ive ever had, I felt ill all the way home.
Conversational highlight of the evening: Ian describing how some bugger at his work lodged a complaint about a coworkers behaviour "....and I don't want a team manager using my head as a slipmat...." A slipmat? what the hell was happening there? hmmm, some kinky stuff must go on in that call centre.
Woke up around 2 this afternoon and still feel half dead. The price of a good weekend but well worth it.
Yesterday, me and Stuart payed a visit to another friends house. As is usual when we're at Ians we got through a litre bottle of whiskey and talked bollocks whilst we were pissed. Upon finishing the whiskey we decided to head off to the Dome. Had more whiskey there and stumbled around the dance floor wildly swining our heads around to Slayer and Pantera. Boy does my neck feel fucked. The kebab shop opposite to the Dome has now become some manky KFC clone, but being pissed we got food from there anyway. Worst damn chicken Ive ever had, I felt ill all the way home.
Conversational highlight of the evening: Ian describing how some bugger at his work lodged a complaint about a coworkers behaviour "....and I don't want a team manager using my head as a slipmat...." A slipmat? what the hell was happening there? hmmm, some kinky stuff must go on in that call centre.
Woke up around 2 this afternoon and still feel half dead. The price of a good weekend but well worth it.
i don't remember you being my favourite tv character when we met at the Curry Night... what gives? and more importantly, why didn't you bring Piggsy??