So Tim picked me up yesterday morning and after a bit of mucking around we were on the road. I asked him what the plan was for the evening, for Tom?s birthday, and whereabouts in Birmingham we were going, and the reply I got was?Well, it?s not actually Birmingham, it?s a little village near there?, ah, a slight difference in what I was expecting. Here I was thinking we were going to Birmingham centre, when in fact we were going to a 2 pub village. Still I was up for it. And we ended up here.
For the rest of the evening I drank cider, which I don?t actually know the name of although it was around 5%?? yummy, and I think [?] that by the end of the day I?d had around 11 or 12 pints, which in my world is a fair bit, but I was still standing by around 12:30am.
I was a good evening, and although there may be a few blanks, I enjoyed myself, although a worrying by-product of the drinking would be the beer-goggles, which I am glad to say I didn?t act upon.
Today I was greeted by a lovely hangover, but this was helped by a visit to Somerfield and some sarnies, and then it was back on the road at around 11am, and the 200 mile trip back to Ramsgate. And since I got back I?ve done nothing except watch TV and recuperate in preparation for the working week.
I did see this sign in Somerfield too, and was a little worried. We?ve all been warned about safe sex and dirty needles, but apparently there?s a new way to catch HIV???