Lip Up Fatty - Bad Manners

Got up way too early on today, Kinchley had already left and Sarah's Dad was on his way to pick us up, I felt horrible from last night and before I knew it Simon was at the door waiting for us to hurry up and get ready. We walked through the fresh snow to the car, It was freezing but we listened to Thin Lizzy in the car which cheered me up a bit. We arrived in Hebburn and were greeted by Little Alfie, the sickest Westie in the world. I actually love that dog so much. Sarah's dad made us some breakfast and we chilled for a while before walking across the road to the Clock pub. I was still feeling pretty horrible but was psyched as O'Gradys band the Ska-Toons were playing. I was a few sips into my first bottle of brown ale when I realised there was no way I could drink again today, But that didnt stop Sarah's Dad ripping me and forcing another few down my neck, I was starting to get pretty drunk again when the band started, I was happily singing along to all the tunes but no one else in the pub seemed into it, which sucked, because usually pissed up middle aged blokes go off it when a real ska band plays. Anyway we left after a couple more drinks, ordered a shit load of greasy takeaway food and watched films in bed for the rest of the night.