Today I picked up my sporran from the place wot fixed it. Unless of course this happened last week too. I still can’t remember. Anyway I’m currently sticking to my two nights off rule, which I don’t stick to.
I’m starting to feel more than a bit frustrated in still being here. Everyone needs some down time while traveling, as heaving your home around from place to place doesn’t half ruin you, but this is getting a little silly. I’ve been waiting a long time for the things I’ve ordered, and they’ve still to be shipped out to me, so I’ll be here a while yet. I suppose it’s time I started doing something worthwhile, if only I could drag my sorry carcass out of this drinking rut.
She’s babbling behind the bar and making out with one of the customers. They’re canoodling by the fridges as I’m trying to attract her attention for a pint. He’s three sheets to the wind, five o’clock shadow and hoods for eyes. A sinister perma-grin adorns his alcoholic face. When she’s put him down to attend to my request for a drink, he sways uneasily awaiting her return. She’s an odd nymph like character, insisting on us speaking Czech. After my companion has attempted to entice her with several shots, she slowly pours a pint of water over my head. For no reason. What might amaze you dear readers, is that’s the first time that has ever happened. Except for a time when my ex threw a mug of tea in my face for looking at other girls boobs. I guess I deserved that one.
Man gets water
Today I picked up my sporran from the place wot fixed it. Unless of course this happened last week too. I still can’t remember. Anyway I’m currently sticking to my two nights off rule, which I don’t stick to.
I’m starting to feel more than a bit frustrated in still being here. Everyone needs some down time while traveling, as heaving your home around from place to place doesn’t half ruin you, but this is getting a little silly. I’ve been waiting a long time for the things I’ve ordered, and they’ve still to be shipped out to me, so I’ll be here a while yet. I suppose it’s time I started doing something worthwhile, if only I could drag my sorry carcass out of this drinking rut.
She’s babbling behind the bar and making out with one of the customers. They’re canoodling by the fridges as I’m trying to attract her attention for a pint. He’s three sheets to the wind, five o’clock shadow and hoods for eyes. A sinister perma-grin adorns his alcoholic face. When she’s put him down to attend to my request for a drink, he sways uneasily awaiting her return. She’s an odd nymph like character, insisting on us speaking Czech. After my companion has attempted to entice her with several shots, she slowly pours a pint of water over my head. For no reason. What might amaze you dear readers, is that’s the first time that has ever happened. Except for a time when my ex threw a mug of tea in my face for looking at other girls boobs. I guess I deserved that one.