Friday night live

It was a funny day on Friday, I was desperately trying to get some work done, but everything seemed to be getting in my way. I got up early and tried to log on to the Internet. No joy. I have been piggybacking off my neighbours wireless connection for a couple of weeks now. It's fast, unsecured and it's free, so I thought why not! Unfortunately it seemed like a weaker signal or for some reason unavailable. So I thought it was time I actually registered my NTL connection that I had installed. After fiddling around and contacting technical support (I frightens me how many days of my life have I wasted on hold) I'm informed that they won't be able to take new registrations until Tuesday! So after walking around with my laptop held in the air to try and get a better signal with no success. I get in the car and drive to my friends house to use their connection. As I slow down trying to remember where the shop is that he works to pick up their keys some tit in a 4 by 4, that has obviously never left the urban streets, is beeping an gesticulating at me because I was going slowly. I flicked him the bird and realised how stressed I feel and I think it is the lifestyle in the UK, I'm going to work on this though. Just before I left the house I thought I would shave my barnett and had tried to do it quickly and forced the foreign plug adapter (I bought the clippers in Australia) in so hard that I broke the wall socket
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So it then takes me an age to get my mates Internet connection up and running and I realise how much my life depends on the web these days. I welcomed the evening arriving and the chance of a pint. There was yet another leaving do (and a birthday) at my old work, so i thought I would go along and they have all started drinking at a new pub. That's quite a big thing for them and annoying for me as it's a small pub and I turn up late and so all the seating is full and I end up hovering fairly uncomfortably. The evening picks up and I chat merrily to folk about my travels/new job etc... until I'm starting to bore myself. Amuse myself by talking to the wee Scottish "mini me" programmer and persuade him that we are getting the eye from a tall and short female combo at the bar. At this point I text my chimp like friend who said he was in town  that night as I think it is time to go. We arrange to meet in a bar not far from mine that seems to stay open until about 2:30am now, brilliant but dangerous for my health and wallet.

The evening was actually quite enjoyable and amusing saw another old Epic boy and had a chin wag. Then me and chimp boy got a seat and got chatting to these two girls who are sat at the table with us. I'm chatting to the one with the big nose and my mate is bending the ear off Debbie Harry as he dubbed her. To cut a long story short we are talking to them on and off for an hour or so and then they leave the bar. After a minute or so Debbie Harry who i haven't talked to at all really comes back in and comes over to me. She says that she thinks I'm great and gives me her number! Thus proving that any male looks amazing after spending an hour talking to my friend ;o) I'm like a rabbit in the headlights struck dumb and she hands me the number and leaves. It honestly wasn't intentional, but I managed to immediately loose the number. I then totally ruin my friends evening by thrashing him 6-0 on pro evolution soccer on the ps2.