Car crash Tuesday
Well dear me! What an evening!
Left work at 5.15, got home at 5.40. Tried to wake Andrew but he was having none of it and didn't get up till 6.25. Then he proceeded to do nothing and say nothing for half an hour and at 5 to 7 said well I guess I'd better ring work and tell them I'll be late. If he'd have pulled his finger out he'd have been fine. So I checked out coaches and there was one that would have got him to work but when we got there the coach driver was being a cunt and it wouldn't take hi. Walked to Victoria Station and he got a train and was 40 minutes late. To be honest I couldn't wait for him to go. When he's tired he is completely incommunicative and I hate it. I despise the fact that he takes his tiredness out one me, is moody, rolls his eyes when I ask him questions in order to initiate a conversation and bites my head off for no reason. I was really fucking stalled by the time he got on the train and was really looking forward to getting completely pissed.
I went for a pint or two. Well when I say that I had about a million: I started off with a double whisky and then had 3 pints in an hour and took it from there I don't really remember how many I had but I had a few too many to be honest. I sang 3 songs and got chatting to a couple of blokes, 27 year old Carl and 18 year old cute chunky gay-but-has-a-girlfriend virgin (well gay virgin) Anthony. Chatted to them all night - they were great and we were going to go clubbing.
Anyway as I said I got plastered and I chatted up this indian guy called Jackie. He was cute but not great and I was wanting to get my own back on Andrew but this guy said he was straight. Then I chatted up this fit guy who I'd seen by the bar. I bought him a drink, he was called Hiefcbeqbkjsdcj or something like that and was a Turk. He was very keen to fuck me but it seemed that that was his complete sexual repertoire: I only wanted a bit of a flirt and possibly a naughty kiss but all he wanted to do was stuff his pink cucumber into my dirtbox so I shuffled off.
What then happened is a blur. I went to the New Union and had a pint. Jackie was there (straight my arse) and I even danced (you can tell how pissed I was). Then I went to Cruz but it was closed, as was Essential (thank god) so I went back to Churchills, had another and got a kebab and then (I think) a taxi home at about 2am.
Slept in this morning. Andrew woke me up at 8.47 when he got home and he was as nice as pie - obviously feeling less tired - kissing me and just being nice so I felt glad I;d not been evil last night. Had a fag, suggested we had sex and watched a bit of telly and didn't get to work till 10.20!!!
Left work at 5.15, got home at 5.40. Tried to wake Andrew but he was having none of it and didn't get up till 6.25. Then he proceeded to do nothing and say nothing for half an hour and at 5 to 7 said well I guess I'd better ring work and tell them I'll be late. If he'd have pulled his finger out he'd have been fine. So I checked out coaches and there was one that would have got him to work but when we got there the coach driver was being a cunt and it wouldn't take hi. Walked to Victoria Station and he got a train and was 40 minutes late. To be honest I couldn't wait for him to go. When he's tired he is completely incommunicative and I hate it. I despise the fact that he takes his tiredness out one me, is moody, rolls his eyes when I ask him questions in order to initiate a conversation and bites my head off for no reason. I was really fucking stalled by the time he got on the train and was really looking forward to getting completely pissed.
I went for a pint or two. Well when I say that I had about a million: I started off with a double whisky and then had 3 pints in an hour and took it from there I don't really remember how many I had but I had a few too many to be honest. I sang 3 songs and got chatting to a couple of blokes, 27 year old Carl and 18 year old cute chunky gay-but-has-a-girlfriend virgin (well gay virgin) Anthony. Chatted to them all night - they were great and we were going to go clubbing.
Anyway as I said I got plastered and I chatted up this indian guy called Jackie. He was cute but not great and I was wanting to get my own back on Andrew but this guy said he was straight. Then I chatted up this fit guy who I'd seen by the bar. I bought him a drink, he was called Hiefcbeqbkjsdcj or something like that and was a Turk. He was very keen to fuck me but it seemed that that was his complete sexual repertoire: I only wanted a bit of a flirt and possibly a naughty kiss but all he wanted to do was stuff his pink cucumber into my dirtbox so I shuffled off.
What then happened is a blur. I went to the New Union and had a pint. Jackie was there (straight my arse) and I even danced (you can tell how pissed I was). Then I went to Cruz but it was closed, as was Essential (thank god) so I went back to Churchills, had another and got a kebab and then (I think) a taxi home at about 2am.
Slept in this morning. Andrew woke me up at 8.47 when he got home and he was as nice as pie - obviously feeling less tired - kissing me and just being nice so I felt glad I;d not been evil last night. Had a fag, suggested we had sex and watched a bit of telly and didn't get to work till 10.20!!!
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