Finally got home to my bed at 3.30 am today after 4 pubs and about 10-12 pints over a 15 hour period. The first time I have been home in 2 days after staying over at a mates place on Thursday night.
Somebody bet me in one of the pub/clubs, if I would give this very attractive black lady my phone number, so I just walked over to her and gave her my details on a bit of paper. That will be a pint there, mate, I said to this guy. But, as I have never spoken a word to her in my life, I don't expect the phone to be ringing any time soon.
Then there was the guy that started on me for mentioning to him these women were drunk and being prick teasers. He backed off when I told him 'You see that man bag I've got, there's a brick inside there'. This is obviously a lie, but it was a good wind up.
All and all a good laugh, but my mate is a bit pissed off with me for not taking him out last night. I left him at about midday yesterday after he had taken about a dozen pills and quaffed nearly two bottles of methadone for his cancer treatment and was basically in a different zone. It was like talking to the walking dead, zombie style. And then I get phone calls at 5 o'clock (today) in the morning, as if I'm going to answer those.