alas you're going to be disappointed with the story. But let it never be said that I'm not populist. So by underwhelming demand...
I went to a pub to see a friend's band. It had been quite a trying day at work, and the pub didn't sell real ales. So first drink is a pint of fizzy pop and a double rum. The bands played, more fizzy pop, rum and 10 year old single malt was consumed. There was a raffle. I won a windsurfing lesson. Cue lots more fizzy pop and whiskey. Then we go to the Firehouse. Ah, real ales abound. So I set upon them with a vengeance, and whiskey. A couple of girls ask if they can sit at our table. Some more friends turn up too, but can't get in as one of them, despite being 29, gets asked for ID, so they bugger off again. I start being charming to these two girls. More Ale. More charm. A couple of Gin and tonics. More charm. One of the girls ends up holding my hand. More Gin. More charm. It's kicking out time, lights go on, this girl is still holding my hand.
Then I wake up in this flat. No one else is about, I'm nekkid, on a Futon, the window is open, I'm freezing cold and I feel like there is a frenchman living in my mouth. Quick check, I still have both kidneys. I leave a note thanking them for a lovely evening and I stagger home and am late for work.
That's it I'm afraid.
Now can I have phone numbers?
I went to a pub to see a friend's band. It had been quite a trying day at work, and the pub didn't sell real ales. So first drink is a pint of fizzy pop and a double rum. The bands played, more fizzy pop, rum and 10 year old single malt was consumed. There was a raffle. I won a windsurfing lesson. Cue lots more fizzy pop and whiskey. Then we go to the Firehouse. Ah, real ales abound. So I set upon them with a vengeance, and whiskey. A couple of girls ask if they can sit at our table. Some more friends turn up too, but can't get in as one of them, despite being 29, gets asked for ID, so they bugger off again. I start being charming to these two girls. More Ale. More charm. A couple of Gin and tonics. More charm. One of the girls ends up holding my hand. More Gin. More charm. It's kicking out time, lights go on, this girl is still holding my hand.
Then I wake up in this flat. No one else is about, I'm nekkid, on a Futon, the window is open, I'm freezing cold and I feel like there is a frenchman living in my mouth. Quick check, I still have both kidneys. I leave a note thanking them for a lovely evening and I stagger home and am late for work.
That's it I'm afraid.
Now can I have phone numbers?
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