things just get better and better
went to my friend twisty andy's parents house for a party with my brother and all his older mates.
1st good thing = get drunk
2nd good thing = discover lots of mogadon increases drinks capacity tenfold and adds a sickly sweetness to one's bifter
3rd good thing = discover parent's red wine stash
4th and 5th good thing = ****discover a bin bag full of out of date super-strength (9%) kestrel lager**** this was really, really good!
6th good thing = end up with impromptu jam session - their entire family are folkies and have plenty of bongos to go round - my band at the time "wonderpants" were all present and we played our well known hits "he's BA Baracus and he plays the maraccas" and "I like Giraffes" to raptuos applause.......
......Next morning one guy had gone mental (apparently the only guy not drinking/getting foul) and was locked in the bathroom shouting "BE GONE MOTHER" through the door at his poor old mother - she had to call an ambulance - The ambulance turned up and the crew were promptly threatened by said mentalist - they then called the police.
We were sat outside in the garden (which was now a massive foul pit of destruction/recycling centre for cans) having a hangover remedy of the herbal variety and moving rubbish around when the house was stormed by 10 Riot cops fully body-armoured and very very scary.
At this point we quickly went and hid our prescious things at the bottom of the garden and quietly made our way to the nearby pub whilst things calmed down a bit.
Came back to find the mentalist going mental on my drumkit and the cops advising to "leave him to it". apparently he was having fun bless his little cotton socks.
(FlamingBadgers, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 16:31, Reply)