Night to forget I'm afraid. I got too drunk and a pr**k turned up at the place that no one liked.
I'm never drinking Jack Daniels again.
Pricks are always a pain in the arse! Although they do let you vent out frustrations and not feel guilty! :
As always I'm fighting the good fight against soberness! I spent Friday night playing pool, winning a lot and chugging lager until I could see no longer! I retired after a drunken adventure in Asda at 2 in the morning, coming home with a microwave Korma and a stack of lagers!
On Saturday I had me mates cousins birthday party, were I was to spend all my time at the minibar in their house telling the makeshift barman to keep giving me shots! At about half 11 we decided it was time for town!
Straight in the Krazy House again! I watched me two (male) mates pole dancing on stage (and then getting kicked off by a burly bouncer) and continued the Vodka and Lucozade trend! I then met up with my friend Jack Daniels, danced round like a loon (I think I've give myself wiplash!
) and beat a gang of girls in a pissed up dance off with me mate!
I got home at 5.30 this morning, with a McDonalds breakfast (a fact that I'm ever so proud of!) and made my way to bed! I wondered in a drunken haze why everything looked pink around me on the stairs! I hadn't noticed the pink glow stick round my neck I woke up in not too long ago!
All in all, a good weekend! Got the match in a bit too!
I'm a happy chap!