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How on Earth did I spend that much last night? I mean, how? A round, 5 or 6 pints, a sandwich I have *no* memory of eating... it just doesn't add up. Was I pressing tenners into people's hands and begging them to like me?
Ah well. Horrible result, ulcerating tension, but I can't think of a better way of experiencing it. I blame the evil funfair...
Was a bit odd - having been phoned, I returned to the noisy environs of the pub to find that everyone bar Kit-cat had gone. Was it something I said? |
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