Well drunk last Thurdsay. Started off with three crafty pints at lunch time and then finished at 4 and met up with Kiwi Steve and some other the other guys from Giant Ukian Oil Company. Had a few pints in the wharf and a couple in the City. thanks my amazing super ability of holding my beers, the others all left bar one Northern Irish nutter. He invited me along to meet 20 odd BMI (an Ukian airline)trolley dollies who were celebrating a birthday at another bar in the west end. I couldn't refuse such invitation so we got in a cab and headed to Embankment.
Said trolley dollies were actually the ground crew but were very fit if a little bit thick and essex-girl like. One girl actually thought I was a pilot for some reason and started chatrting to me so I regaled her with my tales of being an Boeing 737 Captain for British Airways
flying London-Rome from terminal two at Heathrow. Managed to bullshit about this for 10 mins or so until her sour faced mate, who had been listening in onthe conversation, interupted and said that she didn't believe me. Managed to laugh it off but didn't get anywhere else with any of them.
Mad for it
30,000 (red) Scousers and 30,000 chelski up at Old Trafford on saturday evening. Pity the poor citizens of Manchester. Ansd it's my b'day. I expect to be very drunk, Chelsea to win and hopefully not chased through the city streets by irate scousers.
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