a weener too far
Saturday, October 22, 2005last night, we went out to celebrate my birthday, though not as
originally planned.
in the afternoon, we went to an second-hand english bookshop and ended
up staying all night (they had a bar). by night, it became filled with
lots of english speaking people including a couple of nice americans
(who were happy to tell me their 'five year plans') and an incredibly
clever irish man, who i attempted to talk about europe with, but
failed miserably.
when we finally left, i realised i was a little bit drunk. having sat
there all afternoon, drinking slowly but merrily, i had actually lost
count of the beers, sangria and red wine. had had a really fantastic
time.
being in the state that i was, when we got back to katherines flat, i
had the munchies. fried egg, weeners and french toast out of a packet
was on the menu. it was incredibly tasty, although i spent a majority
of the night keeping the seat of the toilet warm and having serious
weener repercussions...complete with splitting headache.
and the moral of the story? never eat meat that is the same colour as
pink andrex toilet paper.
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::Before anyone starts judging me I would just like to state for the record that I did not reccommend Matt to start eating the aforementioned killer sausages. However, he was determined to go ahead and eat them, despite my warnings.
I've been here a month or so now, and I have NEVER eaten any of them.
You were warned...! Thanks for the cherry bakewell though, I think I did well out of that deal.
Take care, have a good week :)
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