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Feb 11, 2004, 17:08
Mick was sat in his local pub, very much worse for wear.
’You’ve had enough Mick, I think its time got yourself off home’ suggested the barman.
With that Mick agrees, and falls off his chair, landing flat on his face.
‘Oil be alright when oi get outside, with the fresh air’ says Mick as he pulls himself up on the door frame. After the Pub door has shut behind him, Bang, Mick hits the pavement, face first. Thinking he must be in trouble with the wife for getting so drunk he sees a lamp post and pulls himself up on it. After a few minutes of looking across the street at his house he decides he’s feeling stable enough to go the short distance and so makes to go again.
‘Feck!’
Seeing stars this time as his face hit the pavement again, Mick decides to drag himself the short distance home. Getting himself up again at the front door where he struggles to get his keys out and open the door.
The door swings open and poor Mick was left seeing more stars as he lay looking up the hallway at the stairs, from carpet level.
’Fuck dat fer a game of soldiers’ thought Mick and dragged himself on to the sofa in the living room where he fell fast asleep.
The following morning, feeling like someone had replaced his head with a kettle drum full of spanners Mick is confronted by his missus,
‘Ah jesus, Maureen, look at da state of me, I got fall down drunk last night. Wouldja look at me face, its all banged up, I kept landing on me poor beautiful face.’
‘I know… I heard all about it’ replied Maureen
‘Hows dat then, how so?’
‘Ted the barman called this morning, said you left your wheelchair there last night’
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’You’ve had enough Mick, I think its time got yourself off home’ suggested the barman.
With that Mick agrees, and falls off his chair, landing flat on his face.
‘Oil be alright when oi get outside, with the fresh air’ says Mick as he pulls himself up on the door frame. After the Pub door has shut behind him, Bang, Mick hits the pavement, face first. Thinking he must be in trouble with the wife for getting so drunk he sees a lamp post and pulls himself up on it. After a few minutes of looking across the street at his house he decides he’s feeling stable enough to go the short distance and so makes to go again.
‘Feck!’
Seeing stars this time as his face hit the pavement again, Mick decides to drag himself the short distance home. Getting himself up again at the front door where he struggles to get his keys out and open the door.
The door swings open and poor Mick was left seeing more stars as he lay looking up the hallway at the stairs, from carpet level.
’Fuck dat fer a game of soldiers’ thought Mick and dragged himself on to the sofa in the living room where he fell fast asleep.
The following morning, feeling like someone had replaced his head with a kettle drum full of spanners Mick is confronted by his missus,
‘Ah jesus, Maureen, look at da state of me, I got fall down drunk last night. Wouldja look at me face, its all banged up, I kept landing on me poor beautiful face.’
‘I know… I heard all about it’ replied Maureen
‘Hows dat then, how so?’
‘Ted the barman called this morning, said you left your wheelchair there last night’
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