One Christmas Eve I intended to go Christmas shopping nice and early. But I got sidetracked. I say sidetracked, but what I meant to say was pissed.
I made the mistake of popping into see my mate the Unshaven Dynamo, and he suggested that we go to the pub. And there we stayed, convincing one another that we could complete our festive shopping in ever shorter periods of time. As the empty pint tumblers multiplied on our table, so the clock ticked inexorably towards 5pm and eventually we could wait no longer. So, we shot off to the town centre.
That was the year I gor my sister a Catwoman mask and a Count Duckula pencil case.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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