Last Friday Drew, David and met up with Sas and his goodlooking Icelandic friend for a spot of bar hoping around Hoxtonia. We started off in the George and Dragon, then to play table football at Kick (where we had our hides tanned by a couple of French women) and finally on to the Joiners Arms where we played pool until kicking out time. We also bumped into Chris and David from Duckie and also Liam which was nice. When I eventualy got home I struggled to open my front door. My brother was staying over and he'd left the key in the lock so I couldn't get in. An hour and twenty minutes of ringing on the doorbell, ringing both home and mobile phones and hammering on the door was all to no avail. Eventually I did wake him but only after leaving twenty different types of cussing on his voicemail. Brothers!
Update: I had a dream about my brother last night. We were on a train and he was drunk and he was crying so I hugged him and told him I loved him.
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How sweet. Have you forgiven him then?
ReplyDeleteYes, I guess I have.
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