Why am I doing this?
And the answer is: because I was told to. Don't expect any dull stories about what I've been doing, or how I try to live my life like a soap opera. Do expect it never to get updated. Don't expect any 'humorous' or pseudo-intellectual musings or parodies. Do expect the odd 'hilarious' (crap and offensive) post in other people's entries. In short, expect shitness.
I may, however, add anything particularly ridiculous I do when drunk, as sort of a public service to show that no matter how much of a nobhead you are, you don't do things as stupid as me. Here's a starter for 10.
-----Original Message-----
From: Dave Beeden
Sent: 30 September 2003 01:13
To: Marc Webster
Subject: Drunken dude
You want me to fill in the gaps from the other night?! Well it was amusing to say the least. Can't beat the beer!
Well, you met us at Frog and Parrot at 8.30, announcing 'I'm pissed me'. We then bumped into 'Robert T. Crompton' and chatted. You were not too bad at this stage. You had 2 pints here.
Then we moved onto The Bath Hotel. you struggled to walk and fell into me several times. You also kept trying to talk to passers by, especially women, with comments such as 'alright ladies' or 'Fancy a night out girls'.
You had another 2 pints at the Bath hotel. We moved outside as it was hot inside. Your speech became more and more convoluted and your comments alternated between, 'You know what....you're gay!' aimed at Paul mostly or the more succinct, 'I don't care me...I don't give a fuck'. You nearly fell over several times. Then you shouted at this woman going past before spitting all down your self.
We then said we were going elsewhere for a final pint (town centre-ish, dev cat prob). We took some glasses in from outside before setting off. Then you dissapeared. Like a ghost you had become invisible. We looked all over but you had gone. We set off for Dev Cat when we could not find you anyway on way. We assumed you had gone home. I rang you several times to check you were Ok, but your speech was slurred and confused. You answered with ' Lots of people everywhere...shouting at me'. I heard several beeps of car horns and then I said are you going home (geetin a taxi/bus), you anwered 'Not bothered.....fucking hell!'. Then the phone went dead. I tried to ring you again half an hour later (about 11ish) but no reply.
That was it. Quality entertainment.
Hows the fingers? Be ok for footy season debut next week?
anyway keep off the lager.
Sithee.
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It's basically from a night I got drunk, lost 3 hours of my life and woke up with broken fingers with no idea why.
I may, however, add anything particularly ridiculous I do when drunk, as sort of a public service to show that no matter how much of a nobhead you are, you don't do things as stupid as me. Here's a starter for 10.
-----Original Message-----
From: Dave Beeden
Sent: 30 September 2003 01:13
To: Marc Webster
Subject: Drunken dude
You want me to fill in the gaps from the other night?! Well it was amusing to say the least. Can't beat the beer!
Well, you met us at Frog and Parrot at 8.30, announcing 'I'm pissed me'. We then bumped into 'Robert T. Crompton' and chatted. You were not too bad at this stage. You had 2 pints here.
Then we moved onto The Bath Hotel. you struggled to walk and fell into me several times. You also kept trying to talk to passers by, especially women, with comments such as 'alright ladies' or 'Fancy a night out girls'.
You had another 2 pints at the Bath hotel. We moved outside as it was hot inside. Your speech became more and more convoluted and your comments alternated between, 'You know what....you're gay!' aimed at Paul mostly or the more succinct, 'I don't care me...I don't give a fuck'. You nearly fell over several times. Then you shouted at this woman going past before spitting all down your self.
We then said we were going elsewhere for a final pint (town centre-ish, dev cat prob). We took some glasses in from outside before setting off. Then you dissapeared. Like a ghost you had become invisible. We looked all over but you had gone. We set off for Dev Cat when we could not find you anyway on way. We assumed you had gone home. I rang you several times to check you were Ok, but your speech was slurred and confused. You answered with ' Lots of people everywhere...shouting at me'. I heard several beeps of car horns and then I said are you going home (geetin a taxi/bus), you anwered 'Not bothered.....fucking hell!'. Then the phone went dead. I tried to ring you again half an hour later (about 11ish) but no reply.
That was it. Quality entertainment.
Hows the fingers? Be ok for footy season debut next week?
anyway keep off the lager.
Sithee.
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It's basically from a night I got drunk, lost 3 hours of my life and woke up with broken fingers with no idea why.