Mind you, the walk might not necessarily have taken the most direct route.
I remember you shouting 'f**k' a lot, for some reason.
Also, I have a recollection of a lady in the bar totally losing her ****. She was a rather elegant young Indian lady using the vilest language imaginable. Not the one who became offended when we say anti-Spurs songs.
We behaved abysmally, really
I like that your long-suppressed Irishness is emerging again.
This is essentially you when stotious, now.
I've got to stop. I'm out of control.
years. Red wine and beer are your friends. Spirituous liquors, not so much.
Thaqt was never going to end well, in hindsight.
to stick with it. And scotch should form no part of said plan. It's evil stuff and does terrible things to the inner celt.
Jager bombs aren't clever either
There was a certain amount of unbecoming behaviour. I may have climbed onto someone's shed roof and started stripping.
Never again.
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