Back home in Portadown for a bit of a birthday session with my mates at home. Went to Shamrock Park to watch the mighty Portadown getting trounced by Baaaaaaaaallymena. Drunk copius amounts, met some very odd characters in various pubs in Portadown, including some bloke who told me I had nice teeth and bought me a pint...how very strange. Have a vague memory of two strippers in the last pub we were in. Ended up doing another drunken sleep walk into my parents bedroom, and being told to leave in no uncertain terms. I have a real habit of doing this, once ended up in bed with one of my flat mates whilst sleep walking, woke up to find him holding me by the neck with his fist clenched about to hit me. (this on top of the nice teeth episode, people will talk).
It was that bad last night that I left at 11.30 with three pints sitting on the table, just don't have the apetite nor desire to drink myself into oblivion, the boys back home do it week in week out, and tell me I would too if I had to live there. ;-)
I also have a new telephone numbers in my phone, entitled 'repointing', I remember speaking to a drunken builder about some scam where he'll send someone from the site nearby to do the job on company time if I give him cash in hand...I'll never bother ringing it though but he was my best mate last night.
Someone bought me the new Ricky Gervais stand up DVD, so I am off to give that a rattle, and attempt to rehydrate myself somehow.