As utterly horrible as I feel, Paddy and myself are still getting pissed in the early afternoon watching the Champions League final. A short word on that; you didn’t deserve it, Bayern were robbed, and you’re name needs to be on there five times to be real contenders. Anyway there we were, my now ‘ex girlfriend’ soon to be leaving for pastures new, getting sauced at a ridiculously early hour, along with just about everyone else in the bar.
Paddy desperately wants to move on, and as do I, but by the time night has turned into day and back again, we’re in no fit state. The girls have left, and I’m hanging around to play an open mic night tomorrow. Tonight was a disappointment as a whole, with both my ‘ex girlfriend’ leaving, and standing next to a baby faced football moron on a bar listening to his moronic “Chwelsee, Chwelee, Chwelsee!” chanting. He had a face like Pee Wee Herman crossed with the bottom lip of a Suri tribe member, with a curly blond pubic-hair head of the Gestapo. His own mother would have smacked him.
I’m back to sleeping alone. Pity me. Some you win and some you lose.
Winners and losers
As utterly horrible as I feel, Paddy and myself are still getting pissed in the early afternoon watching the Champions League final. A short word on that; you didn’t deserve it, Bayern were robbed, and you’re name needs to be on there five times to be real contenders. Anyway there we were, my now ‘ex girlfriend’ soon to be leaving for pastures new, getting sauced at a ridiculously early hour, along with just about everyone else in the bar.
Paddy desperately wants to move on, and as do I, but by the time night has turned into day and back again, we’re in no fit state. The girls have left, and I’m hanging around to play an open mic night tomorrow. Tonight was a disappointment as a whole, with both my ‘ex girlfriend’ leaving, and standing next to a baby faced football moron on a bar listening to his moronic “Chwelsee, Chwelee, Chwelsee!” chanting. He had a face like Pee Wee Herman crossed with the bottom lip of a Suri tribe member, with a curly blond pubic-hair head of the Gestapo. His own mother would have smacked him.
I’m back to sleeping alone. Pity me. Some you win and some you lose.