Friday Damnation

Friday was a good day for me. I did my first placement in my new job, made some commision, and got to leave at 4pm. This pleased me twofold as not only did it mean leaving the thankless task of Friday afternoon recruitment behind but allowed me to get into Manchester earlier where I was due to meet some of my old crowd from Progressive and First People Solutions.

I arrived in Manchester around 5:30pm and busted into Room for a couple of fine Aztec Lagers, I'm not into product placement, but hey I like Cusquena. It's no Red Stripe, but then what is? I met with my ex-colleauges Alec, Jaime and Andrew and fully enjoyed the catch up. Clearly the cock five had been forgotten.

I was due to meet a certain Mr J.Howard of Timperley next, and this is where it got silly. Now I like Jamie, he looks like Mr Burns at 25, calls me "Warrington", enjoys talking about Tampax, AIDS and VD, and is a great chap and pure hilarity, but he is quite an involved partner for a night out.

We did the usual Manchester things. Drink in Room and Panacea, swan around in Chaophyra and get shouted at by some Albanian men, clearly selling illicit substances. It was like being in Grand Theft Auto or Scarface but with me dressed as Danny Zuko in tight black t-shirt and jeans. A really fucked up dream but real! We also met Howard's mate Eddie - who invited us back to his Pub. I really have no recollection from here on in, but apparently I tried to get the Grease Megamix on in Prohibition and told some girl that she looked like an icon forged from sexual Granite. This is clearly a weird chat-up line but I've never been one to honour convention. It didn't work to be fair, as she was with some dude who I can only describe as athletique, romantique and fantastique. But the comedy was well recieved and I got told I looked like Superman thus recieving a temporary ego boost.

So we ended up at Eddie's pub on Oldham road. Free red wine (?), fags from the vending machine, and bridge. Playing Bridge at gone 2am. Drinking red wine and smoking Lamberts. It was excellent. I woke at 3pm this morning confused as to how I'd got there. I was like a prisoner in the upstairs bed and breakfast portion of this place. Hungover and on a massive comedown, with no phone battery I was sure I'd be Josef Ftrizled here forever. Howard had fucked off and this Eddie cat was nowhere to be seen. It was quite the experience rocking downstairs to the locals enjoying a Saturday afternoon pint. Quite the adventure.

James if you wish for another evening out, I'm more than ready.