Shit off!!!!!

Urrrgggh! Feel crap but it's always a good feeling at the same time because even though you are hungover to fuck, you know it is due to the wicked night you had the night before and you should embrace it.

It has been atleast four months since I have gone out mid week and got wrecked on a school night and felt this bad at work the day after. Basically before I met Matt.

Well, I was cooking at Matt's flat for my mate Melissa and Matt. Tai green curry, rice and a naan (?) with a shit load of wine. Matt's mate Sheps from Manc was driving down to collect something from Leeds so we all had a pint in the Hyde Park after tea.
I've always struggled with leaving pubs at the best of times, but I was having an ace time! I met for the first time some of Matt's mates. Mike 'chopper' who is an avid Freddy Mercury fan who is in love with both Gwen Steffani and Paris Hilton, Alex, who Matt thinks shagged one of his ex birds on his birthday and some dude who was 23 that I think fancied Melissa.
I love the Hyde Park cos as well as the people I was sat with, it's always full of proper freaks. Real freaks. There is a half way house for ex criminals and an alcaholics reabilitation centre near by, so it atracts proper randoms. One very pissed old guy plonked himself next to Melissa at our table and Matt told him to get his sweaty arse crack off his coat, the guy stood up and shouted 'shit off you bloody sod!'. I laughed so hard I was nearly sick, one of the funniest lines ever. Have text Matt this morning 'shit off you bloody sod'. Hee hee!

Anyway, much booze was consumed and we had a good laugh. It got to last orders but I wasn't ready to stop drinking, after trying to purseude everyone to go to Mission (only place I could think of open to serve me more booze) me and Matt went to town alone.
Went to Arch 54, where Pete the lovely bar man serves you drinks whatever time of night.
For some reason though, I was really up for Mission. By this point I could hardly stand up. We got to Mission and realised it was 'Homo' night by the vast aray of bear chested guys, erasure on and lezzas with crew cuts. Ended up dancing on a podium with the gays sniffing popers.
Matt was a hit! He's a really good dancer, even when blind drunk and he was touched up all night! We had such an ace time. I didn't want to leave, but in the end we stumbled home at silly o'clock and we attempted sex to no avail.

Just been down to the canteen to blag a sandwich from Janet. If you don't order before 10am she gets really fucked off. I love winding Janet up. She fucking hates me! Said 'afternoon Janet, your looking lovely' to get round her and she snapped back 'oh piss off Emma!' hee hee! silly old boot. Wound her up even more when my quid got stuck in the coke machine and I demand she open it up cos I couldn't pay for my sandwich otherwise!

Farida has now moved out, so this weekend will be spent cleaning and rearranging my clothes to accomodate Matt more. I'm going to shift all of my old stuff up into her old room so Matt can have space in my wardrobe. Saturday night, I'm off for a meal at Thyme restaurant in Sheffield for my Dad's wifes daughters 21st. She's a lovely girl. My bro is up from London and my Nan and Grandad are coming too.

Anyway, I'm going to get some work done and maybe go puke.