Well finally got sorted and got out the door to go to the works night out, they were having the party in the function room of the Hearts Football Club, it looked deserted. Oh shit I thought will have to have a wandder round the building, but luckily enough some of the people in there were having a fag outside so found me way in.
I wasnt prepared for the sight I saw as most of them were in 70's fancy dress, what a sight for sore eyes, bumped into Pawel the cute polish guy, poor bugger cant dance to save his life, but hell, hes cute so I dont supposed it matters. Anyway he took a couple of photos and is going to email me them.
Anyway Graham and a couple of the young girlies dragged me off to a club at 1am in the morning, by this time I was quite steaming but stood up.
Well what can i say I was stood there people watching and minding me own business and a fight broke out behind me, it was pure madness there was about 13 people having a go or more so I just wandered off to go stand elsewhere.
After all that had died down I was just watching what was happening on the dancefloor, when a guy just came up to me and kissed me, he was only 18 year, I thought the guy had more neck than a giraffe. Anyway i think I scared him off.
As I was leaving I got invited back to a house for more drink and a smoke and was having quite a laugh when I got locked in the living room, the door had no handle, so the guy managed to get it open then shut it again, so for about 3 hours I was locked in his living room and was just about to freak out. So I perservered and got the door open after much huffing and puffing, so I legged it.
Anyway I got home at 7am this morning and am still feeling a bit hungover.
What a night hahahahahah this is the second time I have had to break me way out of places.
