OI!!!

I've known Steven since just after I left Sedgefield Concentration Camp. We went to Hutton Henry Summer Fair *BIG social event in The-Land-That-Time-Forgot* and I was with his brother Mick and Mick bought me a lot of alcohol and we were in The Plough (Hutton Henry Pub) and Steven came in. I was pretty much off my face and the first thing I said to him was "Did you know that girls who wear bunches in their hair are supposed to like it up the arse?". This was bad enough, then I realized I had bunches in. Oops. Then we got INSANELY drunk and started a 2-person mosh-pit in front of a bus, then back at his house, Mick gave me some vodka, jack Daniels and Orange. I promptly threw it all up on my bed when I got home. He is the reason I HATE vodka. It was all downhill from there! We got a caution for ..... wait for it...... SITTING ON A WALL IN HUTTON HENRY! How bad were we? And playing British Bulldog and me clothes-line-ing him. Top Blokey who gets me drunk.

The morning after the lack of sleep before...

"Oh, look, a roof" *tactic to relive tension*