A meat market club in watford circa 1991
It was the night before my 21st and my mate who i worked with had started early doors, by the time we got in the club at about 9.30pm he was already slurring, swaying and intermittently spoiling for a fight or trying to pull. He approached a pair of strumpets, one as drunken and shambling as himself and announced "Here, my mate's 21 tomorrow and he's sat all on his own - come and give him a kiss". The sober one, wanting to get her friend somewhere to sit came over and we got chatting. We spent the whole night chatting, with some snogging.

My friend sat with us at one point and fell off his chair, kicking a table and lamp over. Her friend passed out, and it was only when we noticed a rare smell that we spotted she was sleeping in a blanket of her own vomit. That was over 17 years ago, we've been married for over 15. We had a rough time and nearly split up in the summer of 2000, I'd changed jobs and lost contact with my friend. I found out through another friend the following year he'd killed himself that summer.

Gawd bless yer richard, you were a terrible drunk, a good friend, and most importantly, you found me my soul-mate.

RIP Richard Hughes
( sir loafalot ended an eon of lurking on, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 8:55, 3 replies)

The Phrase "Every Cloud..."
Doesn't quite do this justice.
( elgordo, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 9:47, closed)

Watford?
Oooooff............Paradise Lost? Nasty.
(celticmick_7, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 13:04, closed)

Tis a nice story to be sure. Have a click!
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