This week has been absolutely crazy due to a tremendously unnecessary amount of deadlines, so by Wednesday after my third hand in three days, beer was required immediately. So it’s about mid-day, I have handed in my work and now at the pub having a few, which turned into several and so on and so forth, needless to say but by the time I decided to head back to the flat I was semi pissed (certain individuals may say otherwise but they’re not writing this so who cares).
So a half drunken journey across London is next and something that I have managed to perfect over the years but now and then London still manages to throw a few surprises my way, which was most certainly the case. As I stepped off the escalator at my stop I was greeted by some sort of Las Vegas lights style show, fussing seedy Soho bright lights and colours from Josephs amazing Technicolor Dream coat, well not really but a HUGE pick n mix selection will look like this to someone pissed and not wearing their glasses.
Now I’m very excited by this new stall opened up at my stop and the next thing I know is that I have the candy stripe bag in hand shovelling in sweets at a rate that makes alarming look mild, with the end result me standing their with a £14 bag of pick n mix, yep £14! I then strolled home sweets in toe, confident that if anyone wanted to cause trouble I could probably kill them with one hit from my Andre the Giant size bag of sweets. I arrived home some time later and true to form fell asleep on couch straight away, waking later, thinking why hell is there a giant bag of sweets on the side coming to one conclusion..............maturity is still eluding me, and pissed and greedy isn’t a good combination.
