Last night was one of those nights, in fact, the word’ those’ should probably be in inverted commas, possibly even italics. Fuck it, I’m that kind of mood let’s have both. Only I’m too hungover and in pain right now to be arsed to go back over the sentance, or spell sentence properly. So just imagine that the word near the start of the paragraph is actually thus… ‘those’
Right. Basically, in layman’s terms and to cut a long story short, last night I met up with my old flatmates Tom and Oscar for a ‘quick’ drink. Note that quick is also in italics and inverted commas, if you haven’t sussed it already then you’re obviously an idiot. But a handy hint is that it wasn’t quick at all. Not by any means.
Hours later we were drunken.
Then all back to mine for some more drinking , pizza buying (that failed, for some reason a pizza place couldn’t be found IN LONDON…I think that quite possibly we weren’t going about it the right way. We could have used James Nesbitts advice from his helpful TV adverts, or the 118 boys. But instead we left it up to Oscar, he has no database of business numbers at his fingertips, and therefore, we starved.
Well, they did, I had a microwave curry in the fridge. Both rock and roll.
So I tried not to share it out, but I was forced to a bit.
Then I had that drunken reminder that I had to work in the morning, so I went to sleep, after hilariously throwing some curried rice in Tom’s eye. Me a comedian.
I was awoken a few hours later by Tom utterly ransacking my room in order to find his phone, I got up, helped with the ransacking, then found it, on the floor, not that well hidden at all.
I then went back to sleep to the sounds of the Tom trying to convince Oscar to walk to Cambridge as it would be ‘an adventure’.
When my alarm rudely woke me up for work a few hours later they had gone. I can only assume that they are indeed on there way.
Now I have a hangover, and my bad back is considerably fucked. I am in agony, serious pain in just doing simple things like walking, or standing still.