On Wednesday night, after winning the pub quiz down the Mucky Pup with Thespina and Neil I thought I’d treat myself to a few pints to celebrate not only our victory but also going a whole month without drinking during the week. The ten pounds prize money coupled with the fiver I found at the bus stop was enough to cover my entry for the quiz and get about three pints afterwards so when I got home I had exactly the same amount of money I’d started with.
So the weekend came around. Having saved a bit of money over the past month due to not drinking and also the added bonus of a small tax rebate cheque that had unexpectedly found its way through my letterbox, I had a bit more cash than I would normally have on a Friday evening. However I decided to put the majority of the money away to make the possibility of me being able to afford a holiday this year seem that little bit likelier.
But my luck wasn’t about to run out just yet. Down the Mucky me and Dean bumped into Alistair & Elizabeth who were halfway through setting up a game of killer. Me and Dean entered (although Dean took some persuading from me and Eli), and there were seven of us in total. I ended up winning!! I’m okay at pool but for some reason whenever it comes to killer I suck big time. In fact I think I’ve only ever won on one previous occasion.
So the kitty of £14.00 was a nice bonus, but I decided to spread the love and buy a round of shots (which came to exactly that). Then the other three guys (Anthony, Martin and Michael) who were playing with us disappeared into the garden for a cigarette. When I walked over to where they had been sitting I noticed one of them had left a £20 note behind. It could only had been one of them as they were the only ones sitting there. Normally I would instinctively snap it up, but for some reason my conscience decided to interfere and when I spotted Michael coming out of the gents I decided to return it.
I’ll have to admit that was a bit out of character for me, but I know the guys – they drink in there often and they’re alright, so I’d like to think they’d have done the same. On reflection I probably should have pocketed it and said nothing, I know I would if they’d have been complete strangers.
But nevertheless, we ended up staying in there the rest of the night and it was quite a good night to be fair. The last couple of times we’ve been down it’s been so-so, so that was nice.
On Saturday I woke up with a really bad hangover. I don’t usually get hangovers unless I’ve had loads of shots, so I put this down to reduced tolerance where I haven’t been drinking nearly as much as my body is used to. I thought about venturing out of the house at various stages of the day, and even made it as far as the front door on one occasion. That evening my friend Marc was about, so we’d said we were gonna go and hit up the Big Red. I’d spoken to Wes earlier on as well and he also seemed up for it, and even my friend Will Byrne said he’d pop down.
Marc ended up getting stoned and staying home to watch the Barcelona match, Will never made it (although he is going through a bit of a rough patch with his missus at the moment, so I forgive him), and Wes just plain blew us out. But we were undeterred, and ventured up there anyway. Me and Dean had a game of ‘celebrity’ spotting as we do from time to time, the highlight of which was a woman who looked like Mark Henry in drag.
We were soon joined by a crazy person who looked a lot like Jack Wild (post-Oliver!) who it took us a good ten minutes to ascertain whether she was a man or a woman. She kept saying things to us that neither of us understood, and eventually left only to re-appear at random intervals during the night, where me and Dean would do our best to avoid striking up another conversation for fear of acquiring a stalker.
The evening took a turn for the better when we got talking to a Dutch girl outside, she was new to London and seemed really nice. She was asking about London’s alternative scene so I gave her the names of a few places to go. A few minutes later we were joined by her friend Buddy, who was in London for an alternative wholesale exhibition. Apparently he runs the only alternative threads store in Haarlem (Not the one in New York). He was a really cool guy and we went back inside and had a few drinks with the two of them including a couple of shots which Buddy very kindly got in. Then eventually they had to go and we followed suit shortly after.
The bus arrived right away and the usually-long journey seemed to go in a flash for some reason. Within about half an hour I was laying on my bed watching episodes of Red Dwarf on DVD with a can of Tyskie and a BBQ Express kebab.