Andy's Blog - Gone Further

I’ve also had complaints about my spelling. I’ve run this post through Word so it should conform perfectly to “English (US)”. If any mistakes remain then it’s because our colonial cousins can’t spell words such as tyre; cheque; plough. If you do recognize any incorrect spelling then let me know, I will analyze it and hopefully customize my colorful language and give it some honor.

Saturday night started sometime on Friday when The Don turned up at mine in order to be chauffeured around a few places in Manchester to see where he wants to live. We then met Clarkey for a few cheeky ones before they both went to see Dream Theater at the Apollo. (I’m assured that as they’re American and a proper noun that ‘Theater’ is the correct spelling).

The purpose of this was to basically drop Ian off and leave him in the capable hands of Clarkey. What happened was that we were a few pints to the good and Clarkey suggested some shots. I’m not actually sure what the barman produced but it made my insides liquefy. We therefore needed a bottle to carry to the Apollo with us.

Despite the fact that they had a spare ticket I wasn’t tempted to go in with them.

That’s a lie.

I was very tempted to go in with them but when I asked myself why it was so I could just stand at the bar whilst they got all conversational about a band I’d never heard of. As a compromise I went to the mini mart (scaled down supermarket, fits inside a petrol station) and got a good bottle of Bailey’s, went home and got tucked into Die Hard 2.

Woke up Saturday with a hangover, drove to Stuoobs’ and started drinking. It was a good afternoon of Football and Snakebites with half-time and full-time Jagerbombs. Once the footy was finished it was into Liverpool for the Liverpool leg of Pezza’s 30th.

My memory from here on is very hazy but I do remember getting into town for the start of the Rugby (my new favourite sport for the week).

We all got ridiculously drunk. I don’t remember half the people who were there and I managed to upset the half that I do recall. Something about scousers I think. The girls weren’t much better but I’ve been told not to publish the ‘toilet pictures’.

Back to Stuart’s for singing Elton John songs and climbing on a nearby JCB.

Since then life has been tough. On Monday everything still hurt and I was walking into stuff in ASDA. On the plus side it is officially the beginning of Christmas – Aisles of Cheese Footballs have appeared in Supermarkets. Why anybody buys these sort of things in mid-October I do not know. Anyway – Merry Christmas!

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