Huh, Huh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t...

On Friday 9 March, Gaby invited me to her birthday party, which took place in a bar called Oscar’s. I thought it was really nice of her and I was more than happy to go along... that was until I entered the place: Oscar’s is a bloody sports bar! WTF?! Who has their birthday party in a sports bar?! We spent the evening standing at the bar – because there was no table available, as these sports bar are very popular with the chavs! –, drinking beer – because you can’t ask for anything else than a beer... a cocktail in a sports bar?! I don’t think so! - and watching football – because even though football isn’t your thing, wherever you look there’s a massive TV screen showing a football match! Ugh, what an evening!

Anyway, company was lovely... that was until, pissed as they were, they all decided to go to a club and we all parted to take taxis to the place, which was fine as a plan... except that I ended up in the same taxi as Clare and Nesil, and then there was this awkward moment when, as we got on the taxi, we all looked at each other and realised that none of us knew where the club was... and obviously everyone else had already gone! FML! So we called Helen, or Tom, or whosever number we had, and they were so bloody drunk that they couldn’t even understand us or make themselves understood! The taxi driver was getting really impatient, as we were trying to get an address from these pissheads... Eventually, we decided to go back home, as we couldn’t be bothered with this, and we spent the journey back bitching about how sh*t people are... My favourite topic, really!