» Running away

Back in the day....
When your young you rarely think about what you actualy doing an how its going to affect people. When your drunk you rarely consider other people except the slightly large lady over in the corner that you think is giving you the eye.

Now back in the good old days when I was just a stupid 18 year old, all day drinking sessions were a regular think for me. A sat afternoon consisted of going the pub, watching the footy and drinking myself stupid. This was to me a good idea, however my parents diddnt quite see the genius of it. One particular evening I stumbled home rat-arsed ready for my tea. I crashed through the door and meandered into the back room hoping to be comfronted by my loving family and a giant pizza only to find that my fat bastard Dad had eaten it all. This made me mad. I decided that I was gonner go the chippy for my tea, diddnt tell em which one though. The next day when I still had not returned home the olds started to get worried so imagin there relife when a still drunk me crashes through the door agian. Insted of going the chippy round the corner I decied that a chippy I knew in Manchester was a better bet, over 40 miles away. I spent the rest of the evening getting even more drunk on my own, huling abuse at my none present parents and generaly being a tit. God knows where I slept that night, that part of my memory has been erased due to alcohol abuse. Still run away to that chippy now when I get pissed off at home. Ah the memorys...................
(Sun 13th Aug 2006, 9:18, More)

» The Worst Journey in the World

Liverpool lime st
A while back in the good old days when I could still vanish for a weekend and no one would miss me, me and a few choice drinking partners embarked on a trip to The Krazyhouse in liverpool. The plan was to get back to the station in time to get the last train home and sleep till good ol Crewe came into sight. After an allday session we get to said house of crazyness and continue the drinking. we decided to head on out to the station at stupid o'clock only to find that our train had gone. Now Lime street station has some strange nocternal inhabitants all of whome are quite harmless but pretty disturbing if you aint used to that sort of debauchery. After we spent a fairly sleepless night waiting for the sweet sancuary of daylight and our ride to freedom we finaly boarded out train.........................half asleep...................the bugger broke down for an hour...........I hate trains.
(Thu 7th Sep 2006, 22:43, More)

» Rock and Roll Stories

Get off my fucking foot
One whilst under the influence of a large quantity of alochol me and some mates stumbled into a small bar in manchester. After a few comady ales all was going well untill some tit steped on my foot and failed to follow it with "sorry mate, didnt see you there". Not one to allow some injustice such as this to go unpunnished I promptly swung round fist clenched, ready to teach the offender a lesson. I promptly got draged off by my now shit scared mates. Turns out I was about to pick a fight with the Levelers. Bugger!!!
(Thu 29th Jun 2006, 18:40, More)

» I met a weirdo on the interweb

What was I thinking?
Its the age old story, boy meets girl on the interweb, boy falls for girl, boy and girl live happily ever after....That is until we actualy meet.

All went well for about a week, then the cracks in the acting started to show.

I could handle that she was otherwise attached to another bloke. I was happy with the fact that she was bi (Oh come on, two ladys at once was a prospect that I was looking forward to)

What really got my goat was that she was knocking off my then best mate at the same time. Oh well, NEXT!!!!!
(Tue 21st Mar 2006, 19:09, More)

» Going Too Far

Erm, did you just say that???
Usually Im the bloke who takes things too far, its sort of my talant, but one memorable time that sticks out in my mind was a few years back. My best mates mum had just died and understandably was a little upset. To try and "cheer him up" a bit I decided to take him out for a few drinks, so off we toddled down to the boozer for a few light ales. All was going swimingly well untill friend number 2 enters (he shall remain nameless). I could tell that the next statement out of his mouth was gonner be harsh cause of the dumb-ass grin on his face as he toddled up to us. I braced for impact as he opened his mouth...."Allright lads, hey its bloody dead in here tonight aint it"

Nice I thought....took me the rest of the night to convince my buddy not to kill the moron...in hind sight I should have let him slap him around a bit!!!!
(Sat 11th Nov 2006, 9:46, More)