Post by twistedangel on Sept 10, 2016 2:39:10 GMT -5
Post Brexit
Erm not that it's actually happened yet..we still in the EU..but FFS the arguing an speculation is huuuuge..an boring. Anyways I reckon I voted wrong, heads we stay tails we leave, c'mon when does it ever f*cking land on tails!!!
Well soon after me an the BF (Grumpy), finally get to go Paris for 3 nights....AWESOME. June and HOT like nearly 30c hot. We spent a fortune, but f*ck it, not like we can go back anytime soon. So Moulin Rouge with a top posh meal, the champagne wos €90 for cheap Bottle!! Cool tho, Louvre wos free, but TBH there's so much to see it all starts washing over you after 2 hours, like sensory overload, is massive place. OMG the whole city is just stupid beautiful. Not cheap, but worth every penny. FYI top of the Eiffel Tower is about as romantic as a crowded shopping mall, great view ruined by 1000s of people all crammed in up there.
So we get back, I got a call from work to be in on Sat night for a prebooked party. Fine. Friday wos Grumpy's sisters 40th party, also fine. We get to this, hmm not posh but up its own arse pub/hotel/wine bar, totally overpriced. An the usually relatives, friends of family etc arrive....am bored shitless. So Grumpy's cousin, I've met before an get on with sez "join me for a smoke?"...to right I will, chill me out get me in a more happy party mood.
Just the 2 of us go into his room, ermm it's not weed, but some 'legal' high. Seriously after just 2 puffs am proper whiteing out...his cousin is proper of his tits acting not scary but still crazy...the rooms not spinning but like everything feels surreal...I know am in trouble. I leave an somehow find me way back to the party room, busy with people....I gotta get outta here for some fresh air an sit down, I just can't handle the situation.
Finally outside without talking to anyone enroute am accosted by this cousins wife, I blurted out he's f*cked an in his room, then Grumpy's dad approached us with another 2 guests...apparently I then collapsed on the floor.
Time disappears I vaguely remember the trip in the ambulance to casualty, I spent the rest on the night and to the Saturday afternoon in hospital, ECG machines the works. Everyone understandably is pissed with me. Grumpy stayed all night an took me home eventually...I felt like death, I will never ever ever touch a 'legal' high again.
Ok back home, phone in sick to work. Now me boss where I dance is a bastard. Thinks he's gangsta, but not really. He's into some dodgy stuff an people, but their the gang members an just use him. Anyways long story short...he's now saying I owe him 2K cos he had to cancel cos he couldn't get a replacement an i wos asked for by name. Naturally I tell him to f*ck right off. Then he gives me a black eye.
That's when the trouble really began. Grumpy is working away, so I say nothing to him. Me 2nd job, I work as bar staff/general dogs body, for a private gentleman's club...nothing dodgy, think it more like a masonic lodge for well to do business men. An i love it there. The blackeye isn't unoticed an EVERYONE asks about it....I make up some story...but some think it's me BF that's done it. Am NOT having that, so I tell the truth...kinda wanted the weight of me shoulders in truth.
Well these business types aint violent men, but they have their ways, me dancing bosses place gets unexpectedly raided by the police. They found some stolen goods I think, nothing to serious. Then the night Grumpy gets back we one the sofa an a brick flies thru our window....is the final straw for him. So me boss 2 nights later gets beaten severely. Followed by a week later our flat gets broke into and Grumpy's van is broke into. Luckily he empties his tools out.
Well its calming down now. The tit for tat has stopped, for now. Me dance boss sez I still owe him an have to work it off, our stuff being smashed up he reckons is quits on him getting beaten up. Am kinda in the middle trying to keep the peace, an as usually is all my fault.
So yeah, that's me excuse for not being around much....wots yours ?
Erm not that it's actually happened yet..we still in the EU..but FFS the arguing an speculation is huuuuge..an boring. Anyways I reckon I voted wrong, heads we stay tails we leave, c'mon when does it ever f*cking land on tails!!!
Well soon after me an the BF (Grumpy), finally get to go Paris for 3 nights....AWESOME. June and HOT like nearly 30c hot. We spent a fortune, but f*ck it, not like we can go back anytime soon. So Moulin Rouge with a top posh meal, the champagne wos €90 for cheap Bottle!! Cool tho, Louvre wos free, but TBH there's so much to see it all starts washing over you after 2 hours, like sensory overload, is massive place. OMG the whole city is just stupid beautiful. Not cheap, but worth every penny. FYI top of the Eiffel Tower is about as romantic as a crowded shopping mall, great view ruined by 1000s of people all crammed in up there.
So we get back, I got a call from work to be in on Sat night for a prebooked party. Fine. Friday wos Grumpy's sisters 40th party, also fine. We get to this, hmm not posh but up its own arse pub/hotel/wine bar, totally overpriced. An the usually relatives, friends of family etc arrive....am bored shitless. So Grumpy's cousin, I've met before an get on with sez "join me for a smoke?"...to right I will, chill me out get me in a more happy party mood.
Just the 2 of us go into his room, ermm it's not weed, but some 'legal' high. Seriously after just 2 puffs am proper whiteing out...his cousin is proper of his tits acting not scary but still crazy...the rooms not spinning but like everything feels surreal...I know am in trouble. I leave an somehow find me way back to the party room, busy with people....I gotta get outta here for some fresh air an sit down, I just can't handle the situation.
Finally outside without talking to anyone enroute am accosted by this cousins wife, I blurted out he's f*cked an in his room, then Grumpy's dad approached us with another 2 guests...apparently I then collapsed on the floor.
Time disappears I vaguely remember the trip in the ambulance to casualty, I spent the rest on the night and to the Saturday afternoon in hospital, ECG machines the works. Everyone understandably is pissed with me. Grumpy stayed all night an took me home eventually...I felt like death, I will never ever ever touch a 'legal' high again.
Ok back home, phone in sick to work. Now me boss where I dance is a bastard. Thinks he's gangsta, but not really. He's into some dodgy stuff an people, but their the gang members an just use him. Anyways long story short...he's now saying I owe him 2K cos he had to cancel cos he couldn't get a replacement an i wos asked for by name. Naturally I tell him to f*ck right off. Then he gives me a black eye.
That's when the trouble really began. Grumpy is working away, so I say nothing to him. Me 2nd job, I work as bar staff/general dogs body, for a private gentleman's club...nothing dodgy, think it more like a masonic lodge for well to do business men. An i love it there. The blackeye isn't unoticed an EVERYONE asks about it....I make up some story...but some think it's me BF that's done it. Am NOT having that, so I tell the truth...kinda wanted the weight of me shoulders in truth.
Well these business types aint violent men, but they have their ways, me dancing bosses place gets unexpectedly raided by the police. They found some stolen goods I think, nothing to serious. Then the night Grumpy gets back we one the sofa an a brick flies thru our window....is the final straw for him. So me boss 2 nights later gets beaten severely. Followed by a week later our flat gets broke into and Grumpy's van is broke into. Luckily he empties his tools out.
Well its calming down now. The tit for tat has stopped, for now. Me dance boss sez I still owe him an have to work it off, our stuff being smashed up he reckons is quits on him getting beaten up. Am kinda in the middle trying to keep the peace, an as usually is all my fault.
So yeah, that's me excuse for not being around much....wots yours ?