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Sadly without pictures (I forgot my camera) or my gang of BEANO mates (though there is a mention of Stone Cold Psycho Bennett)
So, some people's contracts are up at work, and Friday was their last day. For the last two weeks I've been working evenings training new people so I’ve been away from my team. We went to the pub at 12 for some chips and a pint so we could give Gemma, the unfortunate (or fortunate, however you wanna look at it) one to be going from our team her cards and presents (my message in the card was the best, hands down)
Just so you know, Gemma is exceedingly short, so of course I had to wear this t-shirt.
[URL]http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=411[/URL]
Mine's green and red and 'tis very good.
Anyway, I went off to do my usual job and at 8pm left work and headed to the metro station. Along the way I see a girl called Laura who was working evenings also, who was rather lovely and wanted some company. She's got this thing about sitting on guy's laps and I was no exception. I'd say it's because she fancies me, but she does it with the guy sitting opposite her at work when they're waiting for the metro too. She does enjoy feeling my arms and stomach though...
So I'm sitting with a nice lady on my knee and as a metro goes in the opposite direction I spot Stone Cold Psycho Bennett in it. Don't know if he saw me wave... Anyway, my metro arrives and the lovely, curvy and blonde Katie is waiting for me on it. So I sit next to her on the metro, again with Laura on my knee and we go to town (minus Laura as she got off at another stop)
The "What's he doing with HER?!" looks start as Katie and I walk along with linked arms (do they really find it so impossible that I'd be going out with someone that nice- oh wait, I see their point, but I'm not going out with her so it's fair enough)
We meet about 10-15 people from work who've already been out a few hours and Gemma has these "girl's night out" cards which have dares on that you have to pick from the deck. Stuff like "Go to the bar and ask for the barman's special whilst winking" or “Go to the toilet and…” All very well indeed, but she was mostly handing them out to the lads. Jason, a manager, came back from the bogs with his shirt inside out, Craig had to dance like a girl by himself and Katie came back from the bogs with toilet roll coming out of her skirt. Yes, hilarious... Though apparently buttoning up a shirt which is inside out is very hard to do, I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference...
We go to another bar and I get talking to John, who's basically been my boss for the past two weeks and loves me because I'm good at my job and I can insult Gemma like nobody else. We're talking grade A short jokes every day for several months. Aww, poor girl. She knows we love her really.
Lots of heavy drinking (treble vodkas were £3 and I had people buying them for me) and watching Gemma, Katie and co dance like lesbians in-between pish-taking sessions. And some mortal guy in the bogs told me to make love to him... then warbled on about Sunderland football team being crap. He could barely look me in the eye, he was so gone. But at least he supported Newcastle with pride.
I must really be feeling my age because after one more bar I was considering going home (catching the last metro for free instead of staying and having to pay 10 quid for a taxi later on) John's bird showed up, which sort of put a downer on things as she didn't know anyone else there, and I remember talking to that Craig kid for ages about how I knew his brother, how much paintballing hurts and how I wished I had Photoshop at work instead of having to use paint to put certain stuff together. He took my email address and said he'd email me a link to the newest version, and hey presto, when I finally got out of bed this morning it was there waiting for me (he sent it at 9am, God knows what he was doing up at that time)
I didn't get to say goodbye as most people had already gone off clubbing thinking we were gonna catch up, but I didn't fancy paying 6 quid to get in somewhere then spend the night trying to track them down again so I stumbled back the metro station, sent a few goodbye texts (though I only had three people's numbers, but at least they were all of nice looking ladies) then caught the last metro home at about midnight. Only about 3 hours of drinking, damn I must be past my prime... But I was nicely drunk, had a laugh, watched some raunchy dancing, got to make fun of Gemma for the last time (until I get bored and text her) and now have stories about people at work and what they do when they're drunk.
Back to normal hours on Monday, I won't see Laura again and Natasha (another girl I was training) knocked me back when I asked for her number (said I wasn't trying hard enough to get it, but I couldn't tell if she was being serious or just teasing me, the sexy little minx, ah well, at least I can still email them both, which they’ve asked me to do) Back to normal work again, which sucks, because when I'm training new people I'm feared and respected. On daytime hours I'm just another cog…
Now I’m hungover and I’m meant to be going to The Wal’s brother’s BBQ… might not bother but I need to give his brother some money for the holiday tickets… Ah well.
So, some people's contracts are up at work, and Friday was their last day. For the last two weeks I've been working evenings training new people so I’ve been away from my team. We went to the pub at 12 for some chips and a pint so we could give Gemma, the unfortunate (or fortunate, however you wanna look at it) one to be going from our team her cards and presents (my message in the card was the best, hands down)
Just so you know, Gemma is exceedingly short, so of course I had to wear this t-shirt.
[URL]http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=411[/URL]
Mine's green and red and 'tis very good.
Anyway, I went off to do my usual job and at 8pm left work and headed to the metro station. Along the way I see a girl called Laura who was working evenings also, who was rather lovely and wanted some company. She's got this thing about sitting on guy's laps and I was no exception. I'd say it's because she fancies me, but she does it with the guy sitting opposite her at work when they're waiting for the metro too. She does enjoy feeling my arms and stomach though...
So I'm sitting with a nice lady on my knee and as a metro goes in the opposite direction I spot Stone Cold Psycho Bennett in it. Don't know if he saw me wave... Anyway, my metro arrives and the lovely, curvy and blonde Katie is waiting for me on it. So I sit next to her on the metro, again with Laura on my knee and we go to town (minus Laura as she got off at another stop)
The "What's he doing with HER?!" looks start as Katie and I walk along with linked arms (do they really find it so impossible that I'd be going out with someone that nice- oh wait, I see their point, but I'm not going out with her so it's fair enough)
We meet about 10-15 people from work who've already been out a few hours and Gemma has these "girl's night out" cards which have dares on that you have to pick from the deck. Stuff like "Go to the bar and ask for the barman's special whilst winking" or “Go to the toilet and…” All very well indeed, but she was mostly handing them out to the lads. Jason, a manager, came back from the bogs with his shirt inside out, Craig had to dance like a girl by himself and Katie came back from the bogs with toilet roll coming out of her skirt. Yes, hilarious... Though apparently buttoning up a shirt which is inside out is very hard to do, I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference...
We go to another bar and I get talking to John, who's basically been my boss for the past two weeks and loves me because I'm good at my job and I can insult Gemma like nobody else. We're talking grade A short jokes every day for several months. Aww, poor girl. She knows we love her really.
Lots of heavy drinking (treble vodkas were £3 and I had people buying them for me) and watching Gemma, Katie and co dance like lesbians in-between pish-taking sessions. And some mortal guy in the bogs told me to make love to him... then warbled on about Sunderland football team being crap. He could barely look me in the eye, he was so gone. But at least he supported Newcastle with pride.
I must really be feeling my age because after one more bar I was considering going home (catching the last metro for free instead of staying and having to pay 10 quid for a taxi later on) John's bird showed up, which sort of put a downer on things as she didn't know anyone else there, and I remember talking to that Craig kid for ages about how I knew his brother, how much paintballing hurts and how I wished I had Photoshop at work instead of having to use paint to put certain stuff together. He took my email address and said he'd email me a link to the newest version, and hey presto, when I finally got out of bed this morning it was there waiting for me (he sent it at 9am, God knows what he was doing up at that time)
I didn't get to say goodbye as most people had already gone off clubbing thinking we were gonna catch up, but I didn't fancy paying 6 quid to get in somewhere then spend the night trying to track them down again so I stumbled back the metro station, sent a few goodbye texts (though I only had three people's numbers, but at least they were all of nice looking ladies) then caught the last metro home at about midnight. Only about 3 hours of drinking, damn I must be past my prime... But I was nicely drunk, had a laugh, watched some raunchy dancing, got to make fun of Gemma for the last time (until I get bored and text her) and now have stories about people at work and what they do when they're drunk.
Back to normal hours on Monday, I won't see Laura again and Natasha (another girl I was training) knocked me back when I asked for her number (said I wasn't trying hard enough to get it, but I couldn't tell if she was being serious or just teasing me, the sexy little minx, ah well, at least I can still email them both, which they’ve asked me to do) Back to normal work again, which sucks, because when I'm training new people I'm feared and respected. On daytime hours I'm just another cog…
Now I’m hungover and I’m meant to be going to The Wal’s brother’s BBQ… might not bother but I need to give his brother some money for the holiday tickets… Ah well.
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Sadly without pictures (I forgot my camera) or my gang of BEANO mates (though there is a mention of Stone Cold Psycho Bennett)
So, some people's contracts are up at work, and Friday was their last day. For the last two weeks I've been working evenings training new people so I’ve been away from my team. We went to the pub at 12 for some chips and a pint so we could give Gemma, the unfortunate (or fortunate, however you wanna look at it) one to be going from our team her cards and presents (my message in the card was the best, hands down)
Just so you know, Gemma is exceedingly short, so of course I had to wear this t-shirt.
[URL]http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=411[/URL]
Mine's green and red and 'tis very good.
Anyway, I went off to do my usual job and at 8pm left work and headed to the metro station. Along the way I see a girl called Laura who was working evenings also, who was rather lovely and wanted some company. She's got this thing about sitting on guy's laps and I was no exception. I'd say it's because she fancies me, but she does it with the guy sitting opposite her at work when they're waiting for the metro too. She does enjoy feeling my arms and stomach though...
So I'm sitting with a nice lady on my knee and as a metro goes in the opposite direction I spot Stone Cold Psycho Bennett in it. Don't know if he saw me wave... Anyway, my metro arrives and the lovely, curvy and blonde Katie is waiting for me on it. So I sit next to her on the metro, again with Laura on my knee and we go to town (minus Laura as she got off at another stop)
The "What's he doing with HER?!" looks start as Katie and I walk along with linked arms (do they really find it so impossible that I'd be going out with someone that nice- oh wait, I see their point, but I'm not going out with her so it's fair enough)
We meet about 10-15 people from work who've already been out a few hours and Gemma has these "girl's night out" cards which have dares on that you have to pick from the deck. Stuff like "Go to the bar and ask for the barman's special whilst winking" or “Go to the toilet and…” All very well indeed, but she was mostly handing them out to the lads. Jason, a manager, came back from the bogs with his shirt inside out, Craig had to dance like a girl by himself and Katie came back from the bogs with toilet roll coming out of her skirt. Yes, hilarious... Though apparently buttoning up a shirt which is inside out is very hard to do, I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference...
We go to another bar and I get talking to John, who's basically been my boss for the past two weeks and loves me because I'm good at my job and I can insult Gemma like nobody else. We're talking grade A short jokes every day for several months. Aww, poor girl. She knows we love her really.
Lots of heavy drinking (treble vodkas were £3 and I had people buying them for me) and watching Gemma, Katie and co dance like lesbians in-between pish-taking sessions. And some mortal guy in the bogs told me to make love to him... then warbled on about Sunderland football team being crap. He could barely look me in the eye, he was so gone. But at least he supported Newcastle with pride.
I must really be feeling my age because after one more bar I was considering going home (catching the last metro for free instead of staying and having to pay 10 quid for a taxi later on) John's bird showed up, which sort of put a downer on things as she didn't know anyone else there, and I remember talking to that Craig kid for ages about how I knew his brother, how much paintballing hurts and how I wished I had Photoshop at work instead of having to use paint to put certain stuff together. He took my email address and said he'd email me a link to the newest version, and hey presto, when I finally got out of bed this morning it was there waiting for me (he sent it at 9am, God knows what he was doing up at that time)
I didn't get to say goodbye as most people had already gone off clubbing thinking we were gonna catch up, but I didn't fancy paying 6 quid to get in somewhere then spend the night trying to track them down again so I stumbled back the metro station, sent a few goodbye texts (though I only had three people's numbers, but at least they were all of nice looking ladies) then caught the last metro home at about midnight. Only about 3 hours of drinking, damn I must be past my prime... But I was nicely drunk, had a laugh, watched some raunchy dancing, got to make fun of Gemma for the last time (until I get bored and text her) and now have stories about people at work and what they do when they're drunk.
Back to normal hours on Monday, I won't see Laura again and Natasha (another girl I was training) knocked me back when I asked for her number (said I wasn't trying hard enough to get it, but I couldn't tell if she was being serious or just teasing me, the sexy little minx, ah well, at least I can still email them both, which they’ve asked me to do) Back to normal work again, which sucks, because when I'm training new people I'm feared and respected. On daytime hours I'm just another cog…
Now I’m hungover and I’m meant to be going to The Wal’s brother’s BBQ… might not bother but I need to give his brother some money for the holiday tickets… Ah well.
So, some people's contracts are up at work, and Friday was their last day. For the last two weeks I've been working evenings training new people so I’ve been away from my team. We went to the pub at 12 for some chips and a pint so we could give Gemma, the unfortunate (or fortunate, however you wanna look at it) one to be going from our team her cards and presents (my message in the card was the best, hands down)
Just so you know, Gemma is exceedingly short, so of course I had to wear this t-shirt.
[URL]http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=411[/URL]
Mine's green and red and 'tis very good.
Anyway, I went off to do my usual job and at 8pm left work and headed to the metro station. Along the way I see a girl called Laura who was working evenings also, who was rather lovely and wanted some company. She's got this thing about sitting on guy's laps and I was no exception. I'd say it's because she fancies me, but she does it with the guy sitting opposite her at work when they're waiting for the metro too. She does enjoy feeling my arms and stomach though...
So I'm sitting with a nice lady on my knee and as a metro goes in the opposite direction I spot Stone Cold Psycho Bennett in it. Don't know if he saw me wave... Anyway, my metro arrives and the lovely, curvy and blonde Katie is waiting for me on it. So I sit next to her on the metro, again with Laura on my knee and we go to town (minus Laura as she got off at another stop)
The "What's he doing with HER?!" looks start as Katie and I walk along with linked arms (do they really find it so impossible that I'd be going out with someone that nice- oh wait, I see their point, but I'm not going out with her so it's fair enough)
We meet about 10-15 people from work who've already been out a few hours and Gemma has these "girl's night out" cards which have dares on that you have to pick from the deck. Stuff like "Go to the bar and ask for the barman's special whilst winking" or “Go to the toilet and…” All very well indeed, but she was mostly handing them out to the lads. Jason, a manager, came back from the bogs with his shirt inside out, Craig had to dance like a girl by himself and Katie came back from the bogs with toilet roll coming out of her skirt. Yes, hilarious... Though apparently buttoning up a shirt which is inside out is very hard to do, I'll have to keep that in mind for future reference...
We go to another bar and I get talking to John, who's basically been my boss for the past two weeks and loves me because I'm good at my job and I can insult Gemma like nobody else. We're talking grade A short jokes every day for several months. Aww, poor girl. She knows we love her really.
Lots of heavy drinking (treble vodkas were £3 and I had people buying them for me) and watching Gemma, Katie and co dance like lesbians in-between pish-taking sessions. And some mortal guy in the bogs told me to make love to him... then warbled on about Sunderland football team being crap. He could barely look me in the eye, he was so gone. But at least he supported Newcastle with pride.
I must really be feeling my age because after one more bar I was considering going home (catching the last metro for free instead of staying and having to pay 10 quid for a taxi later on) John's bird showed up, which sort of put a downer on things as she didn't know anyone else there, and I remember talking to that Craig kid for ages about how I knew his brother, how much paintballing hurts and how I wished I had Photoshop at work instead of having to use paint to put certain stuff together. He took my email address and said he'd email me a link to the newest version, and hey presto, when I finally got out of bed this morning it was there waiting for me (he sent it at 9am, God knows what he was doing up at that time)
I didn't get to say goodbye as most people had already gone off clubbing thinking we were gonna catch up, but I didn't fancy paying 6 quid to get in somewhere then spend the night trying to track them down again so I stumbled back the metro station, sent a few goodbye texts (though I only had three people's numbers, but at least they were all of nice looking ladies) then caught the last metro home at about midnight. Only about 3 hours of drinking, damn I must be past my prime... But I was nicely drunk, had a laugh, watched some raunchy dancing, got to make fun of Gemma for the last time (until I get bored and text her) and now have stories about people at work and what they do when they're drunk.
Back to normal hours on Monday, I won't see Laura again and Natasha (another girl I was training) knocked me back when I asked for her number (said I wasn't trying hard enough to get it, but I couldn't tell if she was being serious or just teasing me, the sexy little minx, ah well, at least I can still email them both, which they’ve asked me to do) Back to normal work again, which sucks, because when I'm training new people I'm feared and respected. On daytime hours I'm just another cog…
Now I’m hungover and I’m meant to be going to The Wal’s brother’s BBQ… might not bother but I need to give his brother some money for the holiday tickets… Ah well.
You need to go out more often. What other reason do I have to come here anymore?
If you wanna start paying for me to go out more then I will and I'll file full reports each time. I don't post about every time I get drunk, only when I'm really bored the next day or something interesting/funny/humiliating happened, but it's not like the old days where we were out three times a week... I'm 21 and feel old.
I'm 17. I feel my time is soon to come. Ah, the amounts of money I'm going to spend on awful drinks, speaking to people I don't like about topics I couldn't care less about... the good life.
Mojo, you sound really old.
The best bit was the T-shirt Hell Reference.
Did you find your shirt cost was equal to the postage cost?
Bloody yanks :-(
The best bit was the T-shirt Hell Reference.
Did you find your shirt cost was equal to the postage cost?
Bloody yanks :-(
Hehe, sounds like you had a great night out. I could do the same if my mates weren't working all of the time, which kind of sucks.
I don't drink though, as I think coke tastes just as good as a smirnoff, so I don't really get much chance to socialise. :(
I don't drink though, as I think coke tastes just as good as a smirnoff, so I don't really get much chance to socialise. :(
You don't need to drink alcohol if you go out dude...
Wouldn't it look really lame though if I was sitting there drinking lucozade or a coke though...I'd probably get all of the girls there taking a pop at me lol.
Well, I guess they'd notice me, which could improve the situation.
Well, I guess they'd notice me, which could improve the situation.
I went out last night and actually refrained from getting drunk, restricting myself to two pints of my favourite beverage - Stella.
"Go on, have another quick pint"
thoughts - Money is short, I'll say I've had enough
- "Had enough"
etc.
It still was enjoyable though.
"Go on, have another quick pint"
thoughts - Money is short, I'll say I've had enough
- "Had enough"
etc.
It still was enjoyable though.
Vergil wrote:
> Wouldn't it look really lame though if I was sitting there drinking
> lucozade or a coke though...I'd probably get all of the girls there
> taking a pop at me lol.
No, not really. Anyone who laughs at you because you're not drinking alcohol is probably a waste of good organs in the first place. I've been out plenty of times and haven't bothered drinking alcohol, no one with half a brain will pay any attention to what you're drinking.
> Wouldn't it look really lame though if I was sitting there drinking
> lucozade or a coke though...I'd probably get all of the girls there
> taking a pop at me lol.
No, not really. Anyone who laughs at you because you're not drinking alcohol is probably a waste of good organs in the first place. I've been out plenty of times and haven't bothered drinking alcohol, no one with half a brain will pay any attention to what you're drinking.
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