I did nothing again today except live an idyllic life free of work and stress. I just read, sunned myself, went for a walk, blogged and listened to music.


KNOCK & RUN - STORY 4

The events in this story occurred in around 1984/85. Me and my best mates Andy and Chris used to go to the 'Meths' Youth Club every Friday night. We had such a great time here. We usually used to drink cider in the park beforehand then eat polo mints and then try and act as sober as possible as we went into the youth club. Once inside we we went back to acting drunk again because we usually were, horrendously ******! We would play pool and there was a disco as well... oh and quite a lot of girls! Chris to be honest was quite a bad influence on Andy and me. He got us both into cigarettes, drink and girls and pretty much led us astray. Anyhow this one night Andy had had rather too much to drink beforehand. He had mixed himself a 'purple nasty'. This is basically Vimto mixed with whatever is available in your parents drinks cabinet and very cunningly disguised in a Vimto bottle. So very easy to smuggle out of the house. I don't think that Chris and I touched much of this purple concoction as we were not overly drunk. Andy on the other hand had disappeared! He wasn't on the dance floor doing the Wham Rap, pretending to be George, and pulling the girls! Chris and I went to look outside and found him slumped on the floor by the wall with his coat over his head. He looked like a vagrant! He was in a right state and talking gibberish. He hadn't been sick but he couldn't walk. We had to get him home somehow. We had to carry him. We had him on his feet and under an arm each. We dragged him home. He didn't really know where he was or what he was doing and was in no capable state to let himself into his house. We didn't know what to do as we didn't want to see his mum and get told off. She may have gone ballistic at us. So we dragged him as quietly as we could and propped him up against his front door. We then rang the bell and legged it as fast as we could to the other side of the road and hid in the dark. From there we watched as his mum opened the door and Andy literally fell into the house. We were hysterical with laughter, we were creased up! The way his fell into the house was priceless!! We then went home and slept off our hangovers. We later on heard that Andys poor mum had been up with him all night scared that he might choke on his vomit in the night! To Andys mum we say sorry!


THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

What if the whole world is the 'Big Brother' House????