I dont think there is a word to describe how pissed I was yesterday. I was a disgrace! started in Pow on cider and Jagermeister then to the White Lion where I think I organised to meet up and play crib in the Castle next Sunday. Im a proper old man I tells thee. Went to Jar Bar where we were told he (the barman) would be over in a while to take our order. Quite bizarre so we went to Spoons instead. This is where it gets hazy. Jugs of cheeky vimtos in there then went to the Blueberry. It began to get wrong in the Blueberry as I organised a breakdancing event in the back yard. I think that may explain why I am covered in bruises. Then I think it was the Ivy House, have a vague recollection on being in the Jolly Sailor and yep, you guessed it....Chicago Rock. Where I was busting some more tragic moves. I even surprisingly managed to pull which I still cant figure out cos I was foul. F.O.U.L. But isn't cider great!?
I saw Kenny in the White Lion and, check this out.... I was doing some painting at this old mans house a while ago and I was described to him as being 18 years old. I am loving that, I will be dining off that for weeks! 18, get in!
Well, I'm off to Mr Brown in a bit, proper excited about that.
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