Thursday, June 29, 2006

Two sober parties

In a fortnight. Hideous. Everything's normal, and then, all of a sudden, you're the dullest person in the room, and someone's dancing wearing only a pair of semi-transparent pink y-fronts.

Last night, I went home, stone cold sober, and thought "fuck it, i'll have a pot of jelly". The bottom of the boat made a scraping noise as it was pushed out.

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