Sorry Jolan to high jack this, but needs must...
Pssstttt…MrA…
Just in case you turned up last night for a drinkiepoo…thought I should fill you in to what happened, and why we were not there.
As you know andyc, Rosiland and myself went out for some refreshments to celebrate andyc eventually cracking of Jolan’s number 5 @ Jolan’s 5@5.
Well, those two can really knocked them back. Rosiland can down a pint in one…most impressive! And andyc really knows his cocktails, from a slippery nipple to a Molotov. After a bit andyc insisted we went on to a club…and that when things went pete tong…it’s a bit of a blur, but the last thing I remember clearly is andyc “giving it large” on the dance floor shouting (in time with the music, I must say.) about sunbathing nurses and breastmilk!!!
Then the next thing we know he is being dragged into the back of a police van, muttering “notmeemton! Notmeemton!”
Well, Rosiland and I did the sensible thing and legged it….last I heard she was away home to quote…”kick s??te out of a wheelie bin”.
I now feel so guilty…if this is just his first offence he might just get a caution. (Much like Anthony Whorl Thomson…you know??? Ready, Steady Crook! (Sorry British reference.) or…
I noticed he was on line earlier, so he may be on bail.
So scared to face him….what should I do?
….and Rossie? Where are you?