Realisation...

It's official, I am now too old to go clubbing...

I'll come back to that however, it's been a strange week, was away with work at the beginning but back for Thursdays England game against Trinidad & Tobago, which saw us win 2-0!!! "Bring it on the boys" Jonny P and I ended up watching the game (well 2nd half as I was late home from work) in The Swan. Everyone else was in O'Neils, we couldn't get in, obviously cause I had made us late. However, I have to say The Swan was a good place to be, no crowds, no beer being thrown, just a good atmosphere and for once a clear view of the screen.

2 pints of guinness later and for some reason I was totally hammered. I, of course, put it down to the fact that i'm ickle and have no legs and that I hadn't eaten. Well after that, Nici D came in for a couple, then Mat turned up, Nici D left, then Dave and Mart turned up and then Chad too. 4 or 5 bloody marys later (not quite sure how that one happened) I was absolutely shit faced and on a school night!! It was okay though, cause everyone else had somehow got shitfaced too, so I did the obligitary, "shall we go for a curry?" (that'll be the diet totally gone...) I was met with resistance.... About 10 minutes later we were in the kebab shop, class...

Upon arrival back at Pigs Towers (where Mat, Mart n Dave reside) Jonny P promptly fell asleep (just for a change) where to our amusement we spent the next hour adding accessories to him and taking photos, 50 or so snaps later.... (highly amusing, pics can be found on Mats blog)

Friday night was a civilised dinner with Alex n Paula, there was waxing first and then a bbq, does it get any better..... It is also official that Paula really is the biggest lightweight ever, she had 1 glass of Pimms, whilst eating and was absolutely hammered. I must also mention Alexs homemade coleslaw, devine, i'm sure all your footy buddies will be impressed... ;-)

And so it was Saturday and whilst having dinner (Mat, Dave, Nicki n I) Rhys phoned saying he had split with Laura and was coming down. So it was decided, we were going to take Rhys to Sams (Our local club, well just) We hit The Terris bar and several Pimms later, drunk again, we then got a cab to Sams (How lazy, it's a 5 minute walk but my feet were hurting!!!) Oh by this time Rhys had turned around (even though he had got to Reading) and was driving back to Wales to see Laura, hope you work it out dude, you know where we are.... Anyway, Sams, it was a shocker, I sat there with Nix at my side and realisation dawned, im getting old!!! It's not a nice feeling, I looked around the club and realisation that i'm now destined for a life of nights in, in front of the tele. Oh my god, i'm depressed....

Nix and I came back to mine, where I managed to make the best egg and bacon bagels, superb. Mat too came banging on the door and prompty passed out on my kitchen floor as apparently it was cool there. Mat was a little worse for wear, actually the worst I have ever seen him, he could barely stand, ah bless him.

So it's been a strange week in that ive been feeling pretty blue, combined with now having no life ahead of me, what do I do?

If anyone has any suggestions as to how my life may not be officially over, answers on a postcard too......