Originally Posted by
Burney
Well this is the thing. The business of actually seeing friends becomes a bit of an arse-ache. I arranged to meet an old chum in town on Friday night a couple of weeks back and for pretty much the entire week beforehand I was grumbling about it. I had a lovely time when I got there, of course, but the prospect of having to go out on a Friday night just seemed horrific.
You miserable ****er, b. Mind you, I do know what you mean. I dislike it when I actually have something on a Friday night rather than just the spontaneous after-work drinks (spontaneous as in it happens every week, with the same people in the same place, of course)
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