One of the few things I remember from last night’s drinking exploits was a cunning plan, hatched by the boy Goat, to get one of the biggest Sotonians away days of all time, if not the biggest.
We play our semi-final against Liverpool on the 25th, a Wednesday. I have just completed negotiations with ms pap. She has agreed that we can put up ten peeps in our place, as long as said peeps bring something to kip on. Space, we got. Beds, we don’t.
So far, bletch and Goat and Dellboy are speaking about going. I was thinking about doing a party, but honestly don’t know how practical that is. It’s the middle of the week and we normally do parties on a Saturday. However, I can certainly conjure a giant drinking crawl should people be interested.
hang on, Barry and Cherts are both due within a couple of weeks of each other. Yet another thing they have in common. Maybe the two children will grow up to be friends?