Having a few quiet beers before rapidly getting fucked and then ignored by a twat of a mate and losing money on the scope machine then getting more drunk and sending pissed up e-mails to wankers and then suffering and then recovering and getting pink belted up and drinking thick alcoholic cough medicine and burnt food and laughing at Mangina’s gammon poisoning and streaking and fucked up events in Wales and Fluid and home-made porn and Jon’s drunken sleepwalking and monged hip and Just for Men and fucking evil mobile videos and Chodski blob week and more circus porn and Questy’s shoulder getting snapped before stumbling into Superman and getting fucked on cheap ersatz vodka and random shouting and wearing plastic winners medals and kissing fifty year olds cos it was funny and talking bollocks to faceless strangers and keeping my clothes on for once and dancing like an uncoordinated scope robot whilst acquiring plastic beer pump badges and dirty boy Lank and strange coloured shots and discovering hidden yet unrewarded and pointless loyalty and consuming random meaty chunks of grease.  Word to that.