To save me having to explain this story by text to all my friends (so costing me a fortune), it is far easier for me to tell it here and expect the ribald comments when I am done.
Right, Saturday night, here we go…
Firstly I had on the huge trousers, secondly I topped (rather bottomed) it with beige trainers. Thirdly Hwang gave me Absinthe, which I have never had before, and finally we went to Hobbits. I had a fantastic night, but have ended up with a very bad neck due to way to much moshing. It is now Monday at 4pm and I am still feeling the effects of the alcohol from 38 hours ago. And lastly I found myself in a flat on the Bournville, in a house party, with one person I used to know, a girl that wouldnt let go of my hand and a guy that I couldnt remember where I knew him from… turns out he used to sell me donner meat in gravy in the Chicken place by the floral clock. All got that.?? Good. I am never doing the drinking thing again….. oooooooooh…. didnt get in till five…
oh fuck it…. same again Friday.!!???
ps well done Alonso, and for you Schumacher, the var is over..!