At approximately 4pm on the afternoon of Thursday April 11th, I went out to play footy for an hour with the intention of going to ISD and J-Lo at 5. That didn't happen and I stayed playing footy till 6. That's not strange you might say, and true, it isn't. It is strange when you leave money, bank card, bags and stuff in my locker, with Colm's stuff, place the locker keys in a lads bag so as I won't loose them and then end up having to go to UL to find the prick when he pissed off with my keys. I was so bollloxed by time I got home last night.
Think about it. 2 hours of footy, then fret over me stuff in the locker and follow that up with a sprint into town and get on a bus to UL. And this all happened on a bruised leg from where I fell down the stairs in PJ's the night before and got bursted. Anyway's, out at UL, after listening to 2 yanks talking the usual yank shite on the bus, myself and Colm decide to look for Angel's house which we failed at. We tried a house where I thought he lived but the poor student there was shitting himself and we left him alone. We tried ringing Angel too but he left his phone at home. We eventually tracked him down and he thought it was very funny ( the little bollox ). I was in bits, but I had the keys back so it was all good.
With barely enough money to get us home, we got a bus back and went home from the college. I was freezing in my Barcelona jersey but the beans and sausages warmed me up a bit. Pecker was in bed by now aswell and it was only 9 o'clock. He claimed it was alcohol poisoning. ME ARSE! He was just suffering from the night before. Maybe he was brooding over the woman I don't know, but I'll try find out!
Anyway, I must head. The golf is getting good.
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE