October the 23rd 1993
It’s Cracker Jack day!
Custard pie day!
With the one and only Stew-Pot.
No it’s not it’s Saturday and that can only mean one thing?
A night out on the chinny chinny chin!
Donna is up for it.
Celebrating Eleanor’s birthday.
Janine and Jo join us too.
Our usual place to meet.
George’s smelly square bogs.
First stop Bailey’s.
Eleanor’s on a mission to get blot-toed!
Got asked out by a Barman in Griff’s.
Was it the one I’d kissed over the bar previously ?
‘He’s a dab hand pulling them beers’ I thought.
Janine and Eleanor were having competitions of who could go the most bogeyed?
I warned them that if the wind blew in their direction that they’d stay cross-eyed!
No way was I joining in.
Eleanor lost her contact lense.
Found on the floor.
Let’s hope she didn’t stick it back in.
Complete with dock ends and beer steins.
Chatting a bouncer up.
Wouldn’t mind but I saw him in Home Bargains the other day.
Hope he didn’t see me fixated on a packet of Hob Knobs.
Loving it in Maine Street.
Last stop is the Crown and Anchor.
This D.J named ‘Alan -fat-bastard’ ripped the knickers off a Mr Bean lookalike .
He did actually resemble him.
Then he drove off in his green mini!
He had me in stitches.
If anyone remembers that by the time you go for a curry at 2.30am.
The majority of punters are shitfaced and embarrassing I was one of them
Two blokes I knew well were flicking my wine and sober all over me.
In the middle of the curry house I screamed “ What do you think it is?
A Miss wet T-shirt competition?”
It all went silent but then there were roars of laughter luckily.
I was as fresh as a fart and decided to order a diamond white.
To go with all the korma I’d managed to spill down my black dress.
Now had I got obsessed with mushroom korma by this time?
I’m not sure?
