Today I are been mostly feeling slightly jaded after an unexpected all night drinking binge
Went out with Janet for a quick drink after work at Churchill's after work. We went via the National Express station so I could see when Andrew would be back: 1945. So we drank till then and I went back to the station - no coaches arrived so I checked the timetable again and I'd read it wrong and Andrew wouldn't be arriving back until 20.55 so I popped back to Churchills and continued to drink. Then I got a phone call from him: he was at his dad's and would be getting the coach at 21.25 and arriving back at 22.25 so I thought I may as well continue drinking and wait till he arrived.
So I sang (Top of the World with a lesbo called Meg) and I drank and had a merry old time, interspersing my Kronys with pints of ½ coke and ½ lager to remain compos mentis, and then some dreadful individual came and sat down next to me at about half past nine. He asked me for a fag and then started chatting away to me. He was chatting me up dreadfully and asked me all about what I did in bed, how big I was downstairs etc. He said he wanted to have sex with me and so I said I had to leave to go and meet by boyfriend and he suggested we go back home to have sex first and so I said no, I had a boyfriend and also I didn't have time and so he suggested we have it in the toilet. He forced me to put his number in my phone and told me he had a big dick and wanted to fuck me really hard and said that if I had sex with him I'd dump my boyfriend as he was so good. I said I wasn't interested and that I loved my boyfriend. Thankfully my next song was called up at that point so I collected my things, sang the song (Total Eclipse of the Heart - Karen is right - it is a very hard song to sing - the lines start before the previous one finishes!) and when I'd done I ran out of the pub and sat for 20 minutes in the coach station until Andrew arrived.
This guy was awful: looked 38 but said he was 24 - he never was. He was asian and had eyes like goldfish - all swollen and bulgy. He really wasn't nice and worst of all, he was called RANA!!! The same name as the hated office manager at LSE. Oh if ever destiny was sending me a message, that was it. What a scum head stinkypot!
Met with Andrew, had another in Churchills, then went to the New Union for another where two women asked me to dance with them almost the minute I got in there. They had no Stella and no Guinness and as I hate weak lager I had to drink cider. I was nearly sick. Left there at around midnight. It was siling it down - stairrods!! So we had to get a cab home and the rain almost soaked through the roof of the taxi! It was awful.
Stayed up till one, chatted in bed till two. No wonder I'm feeling tired this morning - that's the second day in a row!
So I sang (Top of the World with a lesbo called Meg) and I drank and had a merry old time, interspersing my Kronys with pints of ½ coke and ½ lager to remain compos mentis, and then some dreadful individual came and sat down next to me at about half past nine. He asked me for a fag and then started chatting away to me. He was chatting me up dreadfully and asked me all about what I did in bed, how big I was downstairs etc. He said he wanted to have sex with me and so I said I had to leave to go and meet by boyfriend and he suggested we go back home to have sex first and so I said no, I had a boyfriend and also I didn't have time and so he suggested we have it in the toilet. He forced me to put his number in my phone and told me he had a big dick and wanted to fuck me really hard and said that if I had sex with him I'd dump my boyfriend as he was so good. I said I wasn't interested and that I loved my boyfriend. Thankfully my next song was called up at that point so I collected my things, sang the song (Total Eclipse of the Heart - Karen is right - it is a very hard song to sing - the lines start before the previous one finishes!) and when I'd done I ran out of the pub and sat for 20 minutes in the coach station until Andrew arrived.
This guy was awful: looked 38 but said he was 24 - he never was. He was asian and had eyes like goldfish - all swollen and bulgy. He really wasn't nice and worst of all, he was called RANA!!! The same name as the hated office manager at LSE. Oh if ever destiny was sending me a message, that was it. What a scum head stinkypot!
Met with Andrew, had another in Churchills, then went to the New Union for another where two women asked me to dance with them almost the minute I got in there. They had no Stella and no Guinness and as I hate weak lager I had to drink cider. I was nearly sick. Left there at around midnight. It was siling it down - stairrods!! So we had to get a cab home and the rain almost soaked through the roof of the taxi! It was awful.
Stayed up till one, chatted in bed till two. No wonder I'm feeling tired this morning - that's the second day in a row!
posted by Matt @ 10:11 AM
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