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In accordance with Goatboy's wishes, here's another post about the shenanigans MoJo and his Bash Street Gang friends get up to.
Wednesday night - few pints down a pool bar.
On Saturday we went to Hustler's, a pool bar above HMV in town. None of us had been before but I know of it since my mates at college kept asking me to go with them. I don't play pool, so I've never bothered. Anyway, myself, The Wal and The Fos met Chris and Alex. Alex left after 10 minutes for work, Chris left shortly after, then Wal ran out to meet his bird (*whipcrack sound*) leaving myself, Fos and the two birds we'd been talking to. One was Dawn - 18, loud, ugly, with a small kid and horrendous stretch marks (but double F lovelies) the other was her step sister Mel - 18, blonde, nice, but quiet. Drunken Fos is a sight to behold. Anyway, I eventually got bored of Mel not talking and Fos trying it on with Dawn, so I left. He stayed another few hours before stumbling home, then to the pub. I think he had 8 pints that day, in just a few hours - he's borderline alcoholic, drinks every day.
Anyway, fast forward to Monday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Tuesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Wednesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR, before going to Hustler's again, this time at 8 instead of during the day, with Wal and Fos. Seb and some others were meant to go, but they're about as reliable as a chocolate teapot (woo, old fashioned sayings, woo!) and Jay has tonsillitis, so it was just the three of us. By chance, my mates from college who frequented Hustler's were there. The Wal's brother Mark showed up (Goatboy reminds me of him SO much, right down to the “being 30 but still banging 18 year olds” thing)
We had a few pints, had a laugh, played no pool whatsoever save for one game when we first came in (and I didn’t play, surprise surprise) talked about Thailand, Wal and Fos had some coke in the toilets, and we watched some guy sat at the bar arguing with the owner and bar staff, saying he was going to kill them for something or other until the police showed up.
"You're dead!" was the last thing he said as he was escorted out by two tiny female officers (he was over 6", big and bald - basically an overgrown radgie) When that entertainment ended, my college mates said they were going to Wetherspoons so I suggested that to my posse (yes, I use the word posse) and we headed off.
Outside, it was only 10pm on a Wednesday but town was full of drunken people already. Big group of people were dressed up in mock army gear. Girls with toy guns and camo pants. Nice.
Took the overly long way to Wetherspoons (for some reason we were following Mark but didn't say anything when he took us in completely the wrong direction) and headed inside. Drank some more beer, talked about Thailand some more, looked at the women some more. After last orders we decided to get the metro back while Mark drove back to his. Wal and Fos had some more coke while we waited for the metro, then we got to my stop. Wal and Fos got off, then realised they wanted to get off at the next stop, so had to dive back on as the doors closed. Your hero (that's me) headed home, let the cat in then went to bed. Usually I sober up by drinking water before going to sleep, since I hate everything swirling and that damn ringing noise, but that takes a while and it was already after 12 and I had to go to college in the morning or I'd be thrown off the course (4 days without explanation and you're automatically taken off - all I'd done was sent someone a text on Monday morning asking them to tell our tutor I had a hang over... must've been a three day hangover then, heh)
Woke up with an AWFUL aftertaste of Grolsch. My farts stank like a brewery, and the dump I took was overpowering. My hangovers never include headaches, but I feel sick as a dog the morning after a drinking session involving too much beer. Having to stand for 20 minutes on a shaking metro then sit on a rattling bus for another 20 minutes on the way to college doesn't help.
Went in, did a key skills test which insulted my intelligence (well, not the maths one, it's been over three years since my last maths lesson, and I can't remember ANY of what I learnt in my 5 years doing them)
Hung around a bit. Left. Came home.
To summarise -
We're all hyped about Thailand.
You're not going.
We all reckon Fos will either get killed, locked up or married while we're there.
My mates do coke, for some reason. MoJo does not, since drink is enough for him.
Everybody agrees college is utter, utter pants, and a waste of time.
Sorry this wasn't a very interesting story, but we were only out for a few hours and nothing much happened. But Goatboy has had his fix of stories about my one syllable named friends.
Wednesday night - few pints down a pool bar.
On Saturday we went to Hustler's, a pool bar above HMV in town. None of us had been before but I know of it since my mates at college kept asking me to go with them. I don't play pool, so I've never bothered. Anyway, myself, The Wal and The Fos met Chris and Alex. Alex left after 10 minutes for work, Chris left shortly after, then Wal ran out to meet his bird (*whipcrack sound*) leaving myself, Fos and the two birds we'd been talking to. One was Dawn - 18, loud, ugly, with a small kid and horrendous stretch marks (but double F lovelies) the other was her step sister Mel - 18, blonde, nice, but quiet. Drunken Fos is a sight to behold. Anyway, I eventually got bored of Mel not talking and Fos trying it on with Dawn, so I left. He stayed another few hours before stumbling home, then to the pub. I think he had 8 pints that day, in just a few hours - he's borderline alcoholic, drinks every day.
Anyway, fast forward to Monday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Tuesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Wednesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR, before going to Hustler's again, this time at 8 instead of during the day, with Wal and Fos. Seb and some others were meant to go, but they're about as reliable as a chocolate teapot (woo, old fashioned sayings, woo!) and Jay has tonsillitis, so it was just the three of us. By chance, my mates from college who frequented Hustler's were there. The Wal's brother Mark showed up (Goatboy reminds me of him SO much, right down to the “being 30 but still banging 18 year olds” thing)
We had a few pints, had a laugh, played no pool whatsoever save for one game when we first came in (and I didn’t play, surprise surprise) talked about Thailand, Wal and Fos had some coke in the toilets, and we watched some guy sat at the bar arguing with the owner and bar staff, saying he was going to kill them for something or other until the police showed up.
"You're dead!" was the last thing he said as he was escorted out by two tiny female officers (he was over 6", big and bald - basically an overgrown radgie) When that entertainment ended, my college mates said they were going to Wetherspoons so I suggested that to my posse (yes, I use the word posse) and we headed off.
Outside, it was only 10pm on a Wednesday but town was full of drunken people already. Big group of people were dressed up in mock army gear. Girls with toy guns and camo pants. Nice.
Took the overly long way to Wetherspoons (for some reason we were following Mark but didn't say anything when he took us in completely the wrong direction) and headed inside. Drank some more beer, talked about Thailand some more, looked at the women some more. After last orders we decided to get the metro back while Mark drove back to his. Wal and Fos had some more coke while we waited for the metro, then we got to my stop. Wal and Fos got off, then realised they wanted to get off at the next stop, so had to dive back on as the doors closed. Your hero (that's me) headed home, let the cat in then went to bed. Usually I sober up by drinking water before going to sleep, since I hate everything swirling and that damn ringing noise, but that takes a while and it was already after 12 and I had to go to college in the morning or I'd be thrown off the course (4 days without explanation and you're automatically taken off - all I'd done was sent someone a text on Monday morning asking them to tell our tutor I had a hang over... must've been a three day hangover then, heh)
Woke up with an AWFUL aftertaste of Grolsch. My farts stank like a brewery, and the dump I took was overpowering. My hangovers never include headaches, but I feel sick as a dog the morning after a drinking session involving too much beer. Having to stand for 20 minutes on a shaking metro then sit on a rattling bus for another 20 minutes on the way to college doesn't help.
Went in, did a key skills test which insulted my intelligence (well, not the maths one, it's been over three years since my last maths lesson, and I can't remember ANY of what I learnt in my 5 years doing them)
Hung around a bit. Left. Came home.
To summarise -
We're all hyped about Thailand.
You're not going.
We all reckon Fos will either get killed, locked up or married while we're there.
My mates do coke, for some reason. MoJo does not, since drink is enough for him.
Everybody agrees college is utter, utter pants, and a waste of time.
Sorry this wasn't a very interesting story, but we were only out for a few hours and nothing much happened. But Goatboy has had his fix of stories about my one syllable named friends.
Staying there about two weeks. And while we were talking about Thailand, Mark was telling us about this guy he knew who went there. Came back with a tattoo of this Thai girl he met, who he was "in love with"
Did she get a tattoo of HIS name? Of course not, she's "scared of needles" Some people are so gullable.
When Wal and his brother Mark went last year, as soon as he got back he started getting emails from the girl he'd been with saying she'd lost her job, was pregnant with his kid, and was too ill to work. Oldest trick in the book, bonny lad. He said he'd lost HIS job and had no money... and the emails stopped...
Did she get a tattoo of HIS name? Of course not, she's "scared of needles" Some people are so gullable.
When Wal and his brother Mark went last year, as soon as he got back he started getting emails from the girl he'd been with saying she'd lost her job, was pregnant with his kid, and was too ill to work. Oldest trick in the book, bonny lad. He said he'd lost HIS job and had no money... and the emails stopped...
You're going to Thailand? Honestly - I wouldn't be surprised if at least ONE of you came back married! :D
It's amazing the number of people who only go over there for a month-or-two, but then something happens, and suddenly... They're engaged!
How long are you going for?
We've got a guy at work who's married to a Thai girl, but it seems like a proper genuine thing, y'know? He always goes over there several times a year.
So, in short... I'd say 'lay off the drink' while you're over there, unless you want to return home, or you'll find yourself running back-and-forth across the globe, with even less money than you've had before; one-way or another! ;)
It's amazing the number of people who only go over there for a month-or-two, but then something happens, and suddenly... They're engaged!
How long are you going for?
We've got a guy at work who's married to a Thai girl, but it seems like a proper genuine thing, y'know? He always goes over there several times a year.
So, in short... I'd say 'lay off the drink' while you're over there, unless you want to return home, or you'll find yourself running back-and-forth across the globe, with even less money than you've had before; one-way or another! ;)
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> We're all hyped about Thailand.
A little rhyme to keep you from avoiding making the mistake of mistakes:
"If it don't get wet it ain't a good bet".
> We're all hyped about Thailand.
A little rhyme to keep you from avoiding making the mistake of mistakes:
"If it don't get wet it ain't a good bet".
That sounds familiar.
Except I am happy for the most part, I don't have any urge to settle down with one woman just yet.
The good thing about hitting 30 is that single males are fewer and far between, so those of us that have escaped have the pick.
Tomorrow night is a 32yr old with stunning spuds.
Saturday is a 23yr dancer from the same college my band borrowed their string-quartet from.
I tried settling down at the start of the year, but she was mental and it turned me off that idea for many a year yet.
Except I am happy for the most part, I don't have any urge to settle down with one woman just yet.
The good thing about hitting 30 is that single males are fewer and far between, so those of us that have escaped have the pick.
Tomorrow night is a 32yr old with stunning spuds.
Saturday is a 23yr dancer from the same college my band borrowed their string-quartet from.
I tried settling down at the start of the year, but she was mental and it turned me off that idea for many a year yet.
Finally, Goatboy admits it! Bwahahahaha!
Wal's brother Mark has had a tonne of girlfriends (different one each time I see him) and had dozens of one night stands. But he's not happy. He's let the girls he's REALLY liked slip away, and is stuck banging fit but shallow birds instead of settling down with someone he really likes. And he's 30. And has never even come close to marriage or a family.
Wal's brother Mark has had a tonne of girlfriends (different one each time I see him) and had dozens of one night stands. But he's not happy. He's let the girls he's REALLY liked slip away, and is stuck banging fit but shallow birds instead of settling down with someone he really likes. And he's 30. And has never even come close to marriage or a family.
Innit?
Meeting old mates of mine with 2 kids, mortgage etc and I think "Jesus, you're too young for that!
"No, I'm 32"
"....damn, you're right"
What's frightening is when you reach an age where it's considered odd that you aren't married with kids.
*sobs*
I'm old.
Meeting old mates of mine with 2 kids, mortgage etc and I think "Jesus, you're too young for that!
"No, I'm 32"
"....damn, you're right"
What's frightening is when you reach an age where it's considered odd that you aren't married with kids.
*sobs*
I'm old.
That's why I don't touch it at all. Some would say I'm nuts to turn down free coke, but I've been turning down free weed for years now (I was 16 when I stopped smoking weed)
Oh, and last night I found out the kid who used to be my best friend for like 10 years (before he became a radgie and we drifted apart) has a kid on the way. He's only 18... scary.
Oh, and last night I found out the kid who used to be my best friend for like 10 years (before he became a radgie and we drifted apart) has a kid on the way. He's only 18... scary.
YAY!!!
These are better than your other stories, because Fozzy, Wal, Smasha & Biffa do funny things.
Could've had some more macho-naked fighting action, but all in all a sterling effort.
8/10
nb - Doing coke isn't big or clever, or especially dangerous, it just turns you into Liam Gallagher for 10 minutes. Which is why I don't touch it now.
These are better than your other stories, because Fozzy, Wal, Smasha & Biffa do funny things.
Could've had some more macho-naked fighting action, but all in all a sterling effort.
8/10
nb - Doing coke isn't big or clever, or especially dangerous, it just turns you into Liam Gallagher for 10 minutes. Which is why I don't touch it now.
In accordance with Goatboy's wishes, here's another post about the shenanigans MoJo and his Bash Street Gang friends get up to.
Wednesday night - few pints down a pool bar.
On Saturday we went to Hustler's, a pool bar above HMV in town. None of us had been before but I know of it since my mates at college kept asking me to go with them. I don't play pool, so I've never bothered. Anyway, myself, The Wal and The Fos met Chris and Alex. Alex left after 10 minutes for work, Chris left shortly after, then Wal ran out to meet his bird (*whipcrack sound*) leaving myself, Fos and the two birds we'd been talking to. One was Dawn - 18, loud, ugly, with a small kid and horrendous stretch marks (but double F lovelies) the other was her step sister Mel - 18, blonde, nice, but quiet. Drunken Fos is a sight to behold. Anyway, I eventually got bored of Mel not talking and Fos trying it on with Dawn, so I left. He stayed another few hours before stumbling home, then to the pub. I think he had 8 pints that day, in just a few hours - he's borderline alcoholic, drinks every day.
Anyway, fast forward to Monday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Tuesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Wednesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR, before going to Hustler's again, this time at 8 instead of during the day, with Wal and Fos. Seb and some others were meant to go, but they're about as reliable as a chocolate teapot (woo, old fashioned sayings, woo!) and Jay has tonsillitis, so it was just the three of us. By chance, my mates from college who frequented Hustler's were there. The Wal's brother Mark showed up (Goatboy reminds me of him SO much, right down to the “being 30 but still banging 18 year olds” thing)
We had a few pints, had a laugh, played no pool whatsoever save for one game when we first came in (and I didn’t play, surprise surprise) talked about Thailand, Wal and Fos had some coke in the toilets, and we watched some guy sat at the bar arguing with the owner and bar staff, saying he was going to kill them for something or other until the police showed up.
"You're dead!" was the last thing he said as he was escorted out by two tiny female officers (he was over 6", big and bald - basically an overgrown radgie) When that entertainment ended, my college mates said they were going to Wetherspoons so I suggested that to my posse (yes, I use the word posse) and we headed off.
Outside, it was only 10pm on a Wednesday but town was full of drunken people already. Big group of people were dressed up in mock army gear. Girls with toy guns and camo pants. Nice.
Took the overly long way to Wetherspoons (for some reason we were following Mark but didn't say anything when he took us in completely the wrong direction) and headed inside. Drank some more beer, talked about Thailand some more, looked at the women some more. After last orders we decided to get the metro back while Mark drove back to his. Wal and Fos had some more coke while we waited for the metro, then we got to my stop. Wal and Fos got off, then realised they wanted to get off at the next stop, so had to dive back on as the doors closed. Your hero (that's me) headed home, let the cat in then went to bed. Usually I sober up by drinking water before going to sleep, since I hate everything swirling and that damn ringing noise, but that takes a while and it was already after 12 and I had to go to college in the morning or I'd be thrown off the course (4 days without explanation and you're automatically taken off - all I'd done was sent someone a text on Monday morning asking them to tell our tutor I had a hang over... must've been a three day hangover then, heh)
Woke up with an AWFUL aftertaste of Grolsch. My farts stank like a brewery, and the dump I took was overpowering. My hangovers never include headaches, but I feel sick as a dog the morning after a drinking session involving too much beer. Having to stand for 20 minutes on a shaking metro then sit on a rattling bus for another 20 minutes on the way to college doesn't help.
Went in, did a key skills test which insulted my intelligence (well, not the maths one, it's been over three years since my last maths lesson, and I can't remember ANY of what I learnt in my 5 years doing them)
Hung around a bit. Left. Came home.
To summarise -
We're all hyped about Thailand.
You're not going.
We all reckon Fos will either get killed, locked up or married while we're there.
My mates do coke, for some reason. MoJo does not, since drink is enough for him.
Everybody agrees college is utter, utter pants, and a waste of time.
Sorry this wasn't a very interesting story, but we were only out for a few hours and nothing much happened. But Goatboy has had his fix of stories about my one syllable named friends.
Wednesday night - few pints down a pool bar.
On Saturday we went to Hustler's, a pool bar above HMV in town. None of us had been before but I know of it since my mates at college kept asking me to go with them. I don't play pool, so I've never bothered. Anyway, myself, The Wal and The Fos met Chris and Alex. Alex left after 10 minutes for work, Chris left shortly after, then Wal ran out to meet his bird (*whipcrack sound*) leaving myself, Fos and the two birds we'd been talking to. One was Dawn - 18, loud, ugly, with a small kid and horrendous stretch marks (but double F lovelies) the other was her step sister Mel - 18, blonde, nice, but quiet. Drunken Fos is a sight to behold. Anyway, I eventually got bored of Mel not talking and Fos trying it on with Dawn, so I left. He stayed another few hours before stumbling home, then to the pub. I think he had 8 pints that day, in just a few hours - he's borderline alcoholic, drinks every day.
Anyway, fast forward to Monday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Tuesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR. Wednesday - MoJo does not feel like college. Stays at home and plays KotoR, before going to Hustler's again, this time at 8 instead of during the day, with Wal and Fos. Seb and some others were meant to go, but they're about as reliable as a chocolate teapot (woo, old fashioned sayings, woo!) and Jay has tonsillitis, so it was just the three of us. By chance, my mates from college who frequented Hustler's were there. The Wal's brother Mark showed up (Goatboy reminds me of him SO much, right down to the “being 30 but still banging 18 year olds” thing)
We had a few pints, had a laugh, played no pool whatsoever save for one game when we first came in (and I didn’t play, surprise surprise) talked about Thailand, Wal and Fos had some coke in the toilets, and we watched some guy sat at the bar arguing with the owner and bar staff, saying he was going to kill them for something or other until the police showed up.
"You're dead!" was the last thing he said as he was escorted out by two tiny female officers (he was over 6", big and bald - basically an overgrown radgie) When that entertainment ended, my college mates said they were going to Wetherspoons so I suggested that to my posse (yes, I use the word posse) and we headed off.
Outside, it was only 10pm on a Wednesday but town was full of drunken people already. Big group of people were dressed up in mock army gear. Girls with toy guns and camo pants. Nice.
Took the overly long way to Wetherspoons (for some reason we were following Mark but didn't say anything when he took us in completely the wrong direction) and headed inside. Drank some more beer, talked about Thailand some more, looked at the women some more. After last orders we decided to get the metro back while Mark drove back to his. Wal and Fos had some more coke while we waited for the metro, then we got to my stop. Wal and Fos got off, then realised they wanted to get off at the next stop, so had to dive back on as the doors closed. Your hero (that's me) headed home, let the cat in then went to bed. Usually I sober up by drinking water before going to sleep, since I hate everything swirling and that damn ringing noise, but that takes a while and it was already after 12 and I had to go to college in the morning or I'd be thrown off the course (4 days without explanation and you're automatically taken off - all I'd done was sent someone a text on Monday morning asking them to tell our tutor I had a hang over... must've been a three day hangover then, heh)
Woke up with an AWFUL aftertaste of Grolsch. My farts stank like a brewery, and the dump I took was overpowering. My hangovers never include headaches, but I feel sick as a dog the morning after a drinking session involving too much beer. Having to stand for 20 minutes on a shaking metro then sit on a rattling bus for another 20 minutes on the way to college doesn't help.
Went in, did a key skills test which insulted my intelligence (well, not the maths one, it's been over three years since my last maths lesson, and I can't remember ANY of what I learnt in my 5 years doing them)
Hung around a bit. Left. Came home.
To summarise -
We're all hyped about Thailand.
You're not going.
We all reckon Fos will either get killed, locked up or married while we're there.
My mates do coke, for some reason. MoJo does not, since drink is enough for him.
Everybody agrees college is utter, utter pants, and a waste of time.
Sorry this wasn't a very interesting story, but we were only out for a few hours and nothing much happened. But Goatboy has had his fix of stories about my one syllable named friends.