Stinking hangover, I'm pretty sure I only had somewhere between five and twelve pints last night. An odd one. My mobile comunication devices are shafted, one died of it's own accord the other was horribly drowned in a plastic beaker. Despite this I had receive the message that persons will be going for a quiet pint or three in bohemian Moseley.
Having made the executive decision to sod the current financial difficulites in my bank account I withdraw a sum of twenty whole pounds. With this I purchase four half pint bottles of Grolsch, hoping that the change would be enough to see me through the night.
Pre-loaded with Grolsch and not having had to stand in snow for too long a period I arrive in Moseley sans phone around ten. I proceeded to one pub, then another, another, another and finally another. No sign of any friends, I use a phone box for only the second time in five years in an attempt to contact Mr Cooper or his wife Kezza. No luck.
Back to the original pub, still not a sign. Almost about to give up and go home in a strop, I spy a foursome huddling around the door of a tapas bar with fags in shivering hands. Inside we go and after long long wait a pint finally comes my way.
More standing outside in the cold by smokers.
A decision to cross over the road to another busier establishment. Foolishly I offer a round of drinks. Just about enough money, even with the misunderstanding which meant that I also buy the barmaid a beer. Ah well. My drink goes down much faster than everyone elses. Iwantanotherbeerareyounotgoingtobuymeone? No.
Last orders.
Back outside into the cold. Now Paul says, "I'm going home". Mr Grumpy - "I'm cold, tired, had to work today, bah! bah! bah! Are you coming Miss?", "Er er er er er er?"......."Richard you are coming for more beer with me" says Kezza, Mr Grumpy - "Well???", "More beer Lou" orders Kezza, "Er er er???". Impatient Mr Grumpy - "I'm off" and off went he. Now Paul says, "I'm going home".
"RICHARD YOU ARE COMING FOR BEER"
"I don't have any money"
"I WILL PAY"
"er OK I'll come for one"
"LOUISE YOU ARE COMING FOR MORE BEER"
"Er"
"YES YOU ARE"
"Well one."
"SETTLED THEN"
Paul leaves.
More beer.
Last orders. Again.
Very strange young man "HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA". Odd boy. Kezza - "This man is offering to buy us more beer". Young man - "HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA ". I'm not so sure about this. Lou - "Protect me". Young man - "HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA"
Kerri - "MORE BOOZE".
Young man - "HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA"
Into a taxi we pile, to Broad Street and more alcohol. Eventually the Young man realises that he has wasted his money and is not laughing now. Still more beer. Lou and I measure hands. Kezza looks on disapprovingly. Lou says she is lonely. She is very drunk.
Taxi home. Via everywhere. Lou says she doesn't want us to know where she lives, Kerri tries to direct taxi driver. But we go round and round and round. Eventually I get out and walk some way home, leaving Kerri to deal with a drunken Louise.
