What an old lush
Phoned Katy last night, so she could fill in the blanks of Saturdays nights events................ended up screaming with laughing, what a twat!
I will never laugh at Katy for being drunk on boxing day again.
By all accounts, Grant had shouted Andy and me back from 1/2 way up the cricket field as the taxi was coming to the bottom carpark, then Martin Evans got in our taxi, while i complained how fucking freezing it was. When we finally got a cab, Andy asked the driver if he had any heating in here mate?
Got to mine, i took drinks orders and laughed in Andys face when he piped up he'd like some "wine".
A while later, i tossed the phone casually back in it's holster and tutted "Matthew Stephenson bothering me"........even though i'd phoned him.
Andy was shutting his eyes then declared he was off to bed, at 3am.........i followed him up, Katy went to the loo and heard us (the shame), then get this, i went back downstairs in my satin robe and just started chatting really casually.
Grant said he'd never seen me so pissed!!!!!!
Dear oh dear.....
No other Monday news, other than i got 70% in Matts alcoholic quiz and i'm marrying Richard.
Mike came to fix the heating upstairs last night and stayed an hour drinking tea, smoking fags and chatting about cats.
Helen phoned for well over an hour and is dead home sick and missing Gilly, i managed to cheer her up by telling her about Sarah stripping naked in the porch, we also laughed that Tracey Whitworth from school has now changed her name to Honey Davies.....silly cow!!
Nowt else, had some stew...watched Easties, then Matt txt to say he was down canal street and they were playing Tiffany, i was dead jealous as i wanted to be out partying, but am not allowed on a school night.
That's quite a lot on Monday news come to think of it!
I will never laugh at Katy for being drunk on boxing day again.
By all accounts, Grant had shouted Andy and me back from 1/2 way up the cricket field as the taxi was coming to the bottom carpark, then Martin Evans got in our taxi, while i complained how fucking freezing it was. When we finally got a cab, Andy asked the driver if he had any heating in here mate?
Got to mine, i took drinks orders and laughed in Andys face when he piped up he'd like some "wine".
A while later, i tossed the phone casually back in it's holster and tutted "Matthew Stephenson bothering me"........even though i'd phoned him.
Andy was shutting his eyes then declared he was off to bed, at 3am.........i followed him up, Katy went to the loo and heard us (the shame), then get this, i went back downstairs in my satin robe and just started chatting really casually.
Grant said he'd never seen me so pissed!!!!!!
Dear oh dear.....
No other Monday news, other than i got 70% in Matts alcoholic quiz and i'm marrying Richard.
Mike came to fix the heating upstairs last night and stayed an hour drinking tea, smoking fags and chatting about cats.
Helen phoned for well over an hour and is dead home sick and missing Gilly, i managed to cheer her up by telling her about Sarah stripping naked in the porch, we also laughed that Tracey Whitworth from school has now changed her name to Honey Davies.....silly cow!!
Nowt else, had some stew...watched Easties, then Matt txt to say he was down canal street and they were playing Tiffany, i was dead jealous as i wanted to be out partying, but am not allowed on a school night.
That's quite a lot on Monday news come to think of it!
posted by Karen @ 10:18 AM
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At 4:58 PM,
Matt said…
Verse 1
On the fourth of July, 1806, we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork,
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks, for the grand city hall in New York.
'Twas an elegant craft, she was rigged fore and aft, and how the wild wind drove her,
She could stand a great blast in her 27 masts, and we called her the Irish Rover.
Verse 2
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags, we had two million barrells of stones,
We had 3 million sides of old blind horses hides, we had 4 million barrels of bone.
We had 5 million hogs, 6 million dogs, seven million barrels of porter,
We had 8 million bales of old nanny goat tails, in the hold of the Irish Rover.
Verse 3
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, there was Hogan from County Tyrone,
There was Johnny McGuirk who was scared stiff of work, and a chap from WestMeath called Malone.
There was Slugger O' Toole who was drunk as a rule, and fighting Bill Tracey from Dover.
Ther was Dolan from Clare, just as strong as a bear, all aboard on the Irish Rover.
Verse 4
We had sailed 7 years when the measels broke out, and our ship lost its way in the fog.
The the whole of the crew was reduced down to two, just myself and the captain's old dog.
The ship struck a rock, Lord what a shock, the boat, it was flipped right over,
Turned nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned, I'm the last of the Irish Rover
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