Wednesday 1 April 2009

Friday Night!

"Now, I'm startin' to drain/My stool's gonna squeak/If I walk too much farther/My crane's gonna leak..."

Hardly any bugger's out on Friday night - only the holy core of the Friday Night Boys - the dudes who really matter in this T-bone and punctured world.
Jim's a good old boy, but he's been sniffin' too many eggs and drinkin' too many kegs. Paul can drink like a fish and slam like a drake, while Da is a sweet bourbon daddy. Me? I'm a generous bomb, but I'm known to be calm.

We're meeting at the holy Hotspur in Percy Street at 8pm on Friday. Get down on your knees and pump me a few!

Regards,
Mrs Henry.

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