I can't get my breath

Andy Porrait just phoned me.

"Sorry for going off like that on Saturday without you, i was drunk.....you know what i'm like, but that's no excuse, so i just wondered if you wanted to go to the pictures tonight or the pub, it's up to you let me know............"

Me....."erm yeah", high pitched squeeky voice (like i've been on fucking helium).

So we're going to the flicks, anything i chose is fine...........he'll pick me up at 7.30pm.

It's only taken him 3 years........wonder if it's anything to do with the fact that his friends are mid air on their way to Egypt for 2 weeks as he panic phoned me in his tea break this morning from work!!!!!!
Ponder ponder.