the mice should play...
knowing that my wife is going to be out on Saturday night should fill me
with thoughts of how to decadently waste my solo life away.
A long heady night spent in the company of pert young things full of the
verve and spirit that once spilled out of my pores.
A night full of drink, dance and glimpses of eye contact with night dwellers glistening with
beads of narcotic tinged perspiration.
A evening that staggers into the dawn, buzzing like blown tweeter.
The kind of adventure that starts and ends in a chip shop.
Gurning,grinning,giggling and inevitably gagging.
you know the drill......
but the reality is that i will probably end up watching more football than is
healthy and playing PlayStation til i get carpal tunnel syndrome..
oh well welcome to your thirties!
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