Leaving early

England won their second, and rather crucial, Euro 2004 game last night. True to form they scored their first goal whilst I was up in the gents. Luckily, I didn't miss it because the pub has TV's set in the walls above the urinals.

Gotta love the Walkabout.

Drank far too much yesterday. Was in the pub by three o'clock and my ex is convinced we had eleven pints of lager. Suffering for it this morning, but it was worth every drop. I have to say I'm proud of her, most of the girls I've been out with have been serious lightweights.

My ex's friend is watching the game with us. She has huge breasts. Never has the word 'England' looked so good. Never has it been harder not to look at the word 'England'.

It's Shameful's birthday today, so I'm due to go out again
tonight. Not feeling up for it right now -- it's eleven o'clock in the morning, and I'm suffering in my office out at 'arwell -- but I'm sure I'll have got the love back by tonight. Better well have; if I start missing stuff because I'm feeling unwell then I can't really justify taking the piss out of Shameful and Gilly when they do it every week.