My early night went out the window last night when I hooked up with an old friend of mine for a drink or twelve. X and I go back a long way. At school we talked about sex, bought obscenely short skirts together and, exuding class, drank a lot of Lambrini.

She's ridiculously shallow and manages to simplify everything. Just what I was looking for last night. Here's how our evening went:

I'm at the bottom of my overdraft right now
Sucks, huh?
Yeah I really should stop spending, although I still want that bag
Are you going to get it?
Oh yeah. Tomorrow.

* * *

How's Annie?
Awful to be honest
Awww. And your mum?
Worse believe it or not
Awww

* * *

Did you hear about the attempted murder?
No, why? What happened?
Some guy. Right next to my work
What happened?
Stabbing, I think. It could have been anyone. It could have been me, I walk there all the time.
Erm, yeah. So who was it?
Don't know. Remember we used to go to the pub on that corner?

* * *

Well done on the job. Does that mean we're both moving to London?
Hmmm, we'll see. Depends on Jazz really
Ah f**k him. He'll follow you eventually. We can go on so many great nights out when we move down there.

One tequilla, two tequilla, three tequilla....

Those guys had to go so I gave the one in the blue shirt your number
What? Why? Does he know I'm married?
No, I said you weren't
WHY?!
He's cute

FLOOR!!!!