Before the night's out please post pictures of:
Some bloke approaching retirement on a work's do, looking uncomfortable and preferably wearing a cardigan.
A larger lady in a dress three sizes too small.
An angry man about to slot another angry man.
Im sorry I didnt see this before I went out. Saw all of that and more.
A night of drama but all the way through I felt like someone watching through opaque glass. Not in it, not seeing it clearly but experiencing all the sights, sounds, feelings and smells.
Groups of pissed up work folk a plenty. Not the usual city lads after work but groups of women and men the wrong age and look all out of the comfort zone of urban bliss. Leathered, talking loudly and falling over.
The highlight of the night was not the scantily clad young and old ladies but the lady bus driver on the way home singing to her self. Some random tune and song. Was just perfect, making everyone feel happy on there way home from their xmas celebrations. The air was filled with a buzz of warm drunken communal bliss.
Right up until the chap in front of me on the bus (coincidentally my next door neighbour but 1) let out the unmistakable sound of a pavement Pollock all over the bus window to his immediate left. Not enough distance for the all too familiar splatter but what it lacked in sound it made up for in smell. I immediately moved to the back of the bus and my neighbour skulked off the bus at the next stop and I can only assume walked home the remaining 2 miles. The shit drinking cunt.
I enjoyed being out on a night, but not enough to make it a regular occurrence. Cant believe I made a full time career out of going out and getting fucked up.