Friday Night

My memories of last Friday night are a little hazy.

I cycled home, showered, got the glad rags on, bought a bottle of gin and headed round to the V's.

It was good to see G8C, V, Tel, Aldo et al and the drinks were flowing freely. Tel and I polished off the gin before we left to go bowling at 8.15pm. Aldo and I bought some beek and smoked one each as we strode purposefully towards the entertainment mecca that is Megabowl.

It was my first beek for a while so I got a fairly spinny heed.

This helped as I dealt with the vicious she-ned who was manning the shoe exchange.

There were 8 of us in total so we split into 4 teams of 2 and the names that went on the scoreboard were;

Sir Boaby Robson
Michael Jackson
Stephen Hawking
Lady Di

The bowling was pretty amusing; balls sailing over three different lanes to the left and right, balls bouncing once then smashing into the pins and the rack, etc etc. Towards the end, the Polish bouncers were keeping a very close eye on our reckless behaviour.

My personal highlight was getting a strike with a backwards, through the legs POWER bowl.

All the while we were merrily chinning bottles of lager and foul shots and I was pretty drunk when we headed to the Cargo Bar.

The gin had taken it's toll on my memory at this point and I can't remember anything about Cargo Bar.

Next stop was the Fantasy Palace. Again, limited memory of what happened in here but I vaguely remember getting some drinks and then going for a lapdance with one of the other lads. Vague recollections of chatting to Daddi at the bar and I then remember chatting to someone outside for ages before stumbling home via the takeaway for chicken pakora and chips.

My girlfriend's account of the later part of the evening;
"You phoned me on your way home asking if I wanted any food from the takeaway. I said no but then when you got back you asked me if I wanted any of your chicken pakora and chips. Again, my reply was no. After eating some of the food, you got into bed and fell asleep before I heard the sound of dry retching. I woke you up and sent you to the toilet where you covered the floor, bin, sink and toilet with red vomit. After you returned to bed, I cleaned most of the sick off the floor but there was more when I got up in the morning!"

Sorry about that.

I woke up reasonably early on the Saturday morning but I was in a bad, bad place.