My choices for going out are:
a) Go and see a friend who I think secretly hates me for getting on a bit too well with his ex.

b) Go and drink with work chums, who are out because one of them is getting hitched or something. They're just about tolerable when sober, I daren't think what they're like when drunk.
( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Sat 23 May 2009, 20:45, archived)

A bloke at work got married today.
St Pauls Cathedral apparently.

I don't know whether it was *the* St Pauls Cathedral, but in his honour I had Cathedral City on toast for breakfast. Then I fell down Ilkley Moor.

Bar Tat, etc.
( lazygamer VS tittybiscuits, Sat 23 May 2009, 20:51, archived)