The guy looked so much like Phil Lynott he probably got pissed off with people commenting all the time, my mates not so subtle way of pointing it out whilst smirking was probably the last straw. Normally if your mate got smacked you would naturally pile in to defend him, but we were laughing so much the bloke just went back to his pint untouched.
Knew you'd ask me that. No - I'll do it when I've got the time to focus on it. It's not the same as popping on here now and again to bang out a few sentences.
Maybe so, but it doesn't change the fact that whenever any women set foot in da cheeze the boys are back in town automatically comes on the jukie
P.S. My Mrs sent the paramedics and police over to mine on Saturday night. I got so drunk, her mum had to talk to a taxi driver to get me home safe. I was fast asleep in bed when they came into my room...very confused and still incredibly intoxicated. Women! they just don't understand that we have auto-pilot for such situations. Waste of public service time FFS.
Should've driven home - wasting money on a taxi, Why do you and Mrs Zingy live a taxi ride apart anyway - are you that difficult to live with?
Brass Exchanged some texts whilst the inquiry results were coming through and I'll be seeing her tomorrow
I doubt you'd refer to that as a brass mate. More like a sloth from the sounds of it. She'll be sat on his couch now, watching his telly and eating his biscuits.
