Because it's Friday....

Friday is here at fcukin last! Phew, what a fuckin week!

Right, nice easy day at work - I didn't get the sales secondment I went for but I'm not bitter at all. I just won't speak to Stu now. Maybe haha

Was going to go for a pint with Dan after work but my bank manager won't let me, dick.

Sooo, what to do? John's suggested we go to the pub. Who am I to argue when he's paying?

Off to his to see something safe. His safe actually, class.

Then, the Mile. Awesome few beers. Random lass outside said she needed warming up, declined my jacket as it was too big so I offered her a beer. But what she heard was 'burr' - "What's a burr?" She asks, much hilarity ensues as I try to say the word beer. Seriously, I struggled haha
She also questioned why John and I were talking about bathrooms till we educated her. He's a heating installations engineer who sometimes plumbs bathrooms in.

We leave the group when she mentions her mate going out with a 21 year old lad as being 'too old' - Christ haha

Home, Battlefield3, made some friends and also joined Solo (Alex in real life) on BF3 - not a bad player although I think the other guy in our squad must've been stoned because he was terrible and all he did was eat crisps while we played - for 2 hours!
Bloody stoners haha

Bed now. Benson's back in Newcastle tomorrow and have missed him.

Food; Frosties and Turkey-lurkey sanger.
Gripe; Feeling old in the 3 Mile
Game; BF3 ftw!