| New Inn |
[30 Nov 2003|10:01am] |
I got drunk yesterday without intending to. Lucy dragged me up the New Inn after work to see the band, and told me to meet her by the pool table. Well, this was easier said than done. The place was rammed. I crab walked to the bar through a mass of old people, young people, short people and tall people...and stood uneasily ordering a pint whilst trying to stop my cigarrette burning the people around me.
I spied Geoff, so i went over and talked to him. Apparently he was driving a tank home that night. I'm not sure if he made that bit up, but with Geoff, i would doubt that.
After two very fast pints of Stella, i talked to Phil Shorter, about how the persona a person puts on gets them through life. He's probably right. But i was too drunk to debate this in my head.
Lucy appeared at about 12. That's the last i saw of her. Going out the door looking dazed.
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