Well peeps, I have been at my local. WOW, What an ideall place for a 25 year old to spend a friday night, Loads of old people who just luuurrrrvvvvve to moan or who have either lost the plot without the aid of chemicals and who have decided to celebrate this fact by donning sports jackets (Complete with plastic/fake leaather elbow pads I'll have you know) and strange kex and shoe combo's.
The local Barry Mcguigan lookalike took up his friday night all night perch on the fruit machine so I couldnt use that to take mny mind off the surroundings which obviously pleased me. God damn it, that pub used tobe rockin......Damn those fools who decided to refurb it and change EVERYTHNG
Thankgod some of my mates were with me too share this experience. The greatest thing of all though is that my oldswedes house is nearer to this pub than mine so I decided I would kip here seeing as my car is here for the morning. Unfortunately there are no spare rooms or beds anymore as my old room was converted into an office within 17.8 seconds of me moving out a couple of years back,
Therefore I am currently blowing up a lilo...Yes LILO so that I can recreate sleeping on a rock in Siberia.
What I am trying to say is, I've had a top top night, an might not go to GT now that I have an alternative this attactive.