Mancunia

Morning campers.

I was in London last weekend visiting my brother and his girlfriend, so we were looking forward to a fairly chilled and relaxed one this weekend. Got home at around 5pm from work, Matt was on his way, got changed into new £170 jeans that Matt bought me (arrr!) and did the pots.

He arrived home with a bottle of Rose for me and a bottle of red for him. We relaxed with our booze and got a bit tipsy. Had a minor disagreement that doesn’t even warrant a mention (think the booze brings out a bad side of me) we managed to sort ourselves out and got a cab to Viva Cuba to have tapas for dinner.
We had a couple of mojitos and loads of tapas and ate until we nearly popped. Got home and had drunken sex.

Saturday morning, Matt was at the gym for 10 am, I was meanwhile up and dressed in grey velour house suit (nobber) cleaning the bathroom, doing washing, dying roots, tidying bedroom. Matt came home at 12.30 with breakfast supplies. We had big mushrooms, scrambled egg, Lincolnshire sausage and a few beans.
I did the pots whilst Matt was in the shower, and scrubbed the kitchen floor while Matt was probably having a wank or something. No, not bitter at all about doing all the housework!! Went for a sun bed, came home, Matt had a kip on the sofa and I had a pizza.
We were off to Manchester that night to stay with a mate of his called Sheps. He’s known Sheps since they were 14 and used to work together at Perfect Pizza in Urmston. Sheps has met a bird on Match.com and we were meeting her for the first time. All we knew was that she was called Sam, age 32 and looked a bit like Faye from Steps. MY ARSE! She was a very nice woman but I don’t think she was any of the aforementioned. We had a good night out in Urmston though, drank shite loads of vodka and ended up in a TERRIBLE nightclub called Mambo’s. Sheps and his lady friend got turned away by the chuckle brother on the door as they were wearing trainers! WHAT??!!! Is it fucking 1985! I ended up lending her my new 80’s ankle boots as she didn’t have any shoes. Anyway, after the commotion, got into the night club which was so rubbish! It was like the one back home I used to frequent aged 14 called the Porterhouse. I have never seen so many horrors in my life under one roof! Everyone looked hard as fuck so I obviously kept my comments to myself.
Had a great night anyway, Matt started to go under a bit as he was too pissed, so we staggered off to the kebab shop. Got home, ate kebab and fell into Shep’s spare room at silly o’clock.

Sunday morning, rose at 9 am as my mouth tasted like I had been licking Shep’s dogs arse. Set off back to Leeds at 1pm. Went straight to Asda to do big shop and buy CD’s. My mate Polly and her boyfriend called round for a coffee and we all decided to go to the Dragon for a quick 3 pints.
Polly and Jake left, I made tea of chicken breast wrapped in bacon, carrot and swede mash and mange tout, followed by waffles and ice cream and X Factor for pudding! Yeah!! Fell asleep at 12 ish.