Had a work do big celebration thingy last night. Went to see The Comedy Store Players- Fanflippingtastic Improv group. Seriously some the best improv I have seen ever.
It’s funny how now there are nuances to British humour that I get now that I wouldn’t have before. Like one of the actors putting on a Geordie accent and giving fatherly advice to his daughters, “Dondt fawuk any blokes!”
After, someone had the bright idea to go to Tiger Tiger. If you have never been to Tiger Tiger, think of the worst meat market you have ever been to and it is 500 times worse than that. It’s a terrible place. I understand why the terrorists tried to bomb it.
That said when you are there with a large group of your mates, you’re all drunk off your tits and dancing, it’s fantastic. At one point Rav was shaking her bootie so I gave her a quick spanking.
For some reason we turn into lesbians when we are drunk.
I got home by 3:30.
I’m too old for this shit.
Had a 9AM meeting that I had to attend and I couldn’t look too rough either. 7:30 comes really early when you got home at 3:30 and you drank (over the entire evening from 5pm to 3am) two glasses of red, five pints of Fosters, three (or was it four) rum and cokes and oh god, I just remembered the shot of Jägermeister.
What I didn’t know because I was howling at the moon was that Stuart was also out in Balham with a mate and got a lock in at a new bar where they were giving him free drinks because he sorted their wireless and only got in a half hour before me.
Tonight we pigged out on a nice stodgy pizza and are now going to go to bed like old people. . . cuddle, snuggle, snore. . .
