I'm back...

She wasn't happy cus: -

a) We'd LET him get into that state
b) We were leaving him alone when he was ill
c) None of us had answered his phone for him while he puked

Pffffft!

Isn't he big enough to look after himself? If not then she should not have let him play out with the big boys.

Exactly our argument.

Anyway, he was fine when we got in drunk. He wanted some cold kebab, so he'd obviously made a complete recovery.

That's a sure sign you are OK, wantin cold take-away food.

I feel sorry for the landlady of the flats.

The room had taken on a rather peculiar smell after 4 blokes stopped in it for a few days. 😘

nice 😘

You can imagine it can't you. 😱

What made it worse was there was no window in the loo, only a tiny extractor fan which got used well over the manufacturers recommended limit I think!

OK so moving on swiftly, now for the Dancing girls story.

This one occured in a rather cheesy night club called Rumours....

So on the last night only 3 of us went out, as already explained. We ventured into this night club only to be told we'd have to pay a massive £1 entry fee. That alone should be enough to tell you the state of the place. 🙄

So anyway, we walk to the bar to find all the barmaids dressed in underpants with stockings and sussy's and bra's only. NICE! you may think, but let me tell you that each and every barmaid was a moonlighting dinnerlady. Eeeeep! 😘

Anyhoo, as if matter couldn't get worse we found ourselves drinking in front of a little podeum enclosure, which was totally empty. Then suddenly the DJ puts on a dance track and two of these anti-milf's come running up onto the podeum and begin to perform the strangest dance I've ever seen.

They each had a tamberine and proceeded to smack them against their thighs whilst jumping up and down like morris dancers. It was beyond odd, it was downright embarrasing, especially as we were right at the front trying to fight our way past all the oggling (and either blind or drunk) blokes who'd waded towards us at this strange sight.

The only saving grace was that they kept their clothes on. Had they stripped too, I'm not sure I could have held my lunch down.

Sounds like Whiskey Pete staying in the room drunk got the best deal.

Not really, we went to better places later. 😉

That must have been difficult following on from Rumours.

It was difficult finding somewhere to beat the dizzying highs we experienced in Rumours. 🙄

But you soldiered on and made the best of what you had available.

😂