She said, She said

Thats the silly season over and done with.

Hogmanay wasn't too bad. Fucking cold. Got wet feet. The garden party was alright. Some substance abuse helped. I think I would have moaned more or even left if my mates hadn't bought me the ticket. Middle of the road bands playing. But a wee dance was done,kisses were exchanged and some mighty fine fireworks. Was confused when random man presented a case of beer and offering me one to then demand £2.50. Swiftly plonked back to hear him muttering 'You didnt think it was free did you?! But to be honest it would have been a fantastic night if one person had not spoilt it for everyone. A recommended friend(?) with an accent that just fucking got to you. Nippy,loud and Australian. Nothing against Australians. Just this particular one. Shared a room with her for 2 weeks. Was so wasted by 10pm that by 12:15 she was sleeping in the arms of Batman wearing a kilt. After calling us boring,being abusive (the c word has its place) and stumbling about being an annoyance to everyone in a 5 metre radiance I really had just had enough.
Now anyone who knows me, Im pretty fucking laid back. I'll chat away to you. Mostly nervous pish and have a good old giggle along the way. But I was going to hit her. The vibe was felt amongst the group and someone was advised to take her for a walk before I did resort to violence.
In the end she had to be carried home. After being sick and making an arse of herself. But I could bite my tongue no more when while I helped her along the road and she still spewed abuse. I was as subtle as a brick. She was out of fucking order. Us 'boring cunts' were now carrying her home,a taxi ride home which if anyone knows is just unknown of at 12:20am at New Years (Banjo's dad, we all love you!),a fucking warm bed (which she was supposed to be sharing with me - slept on the chair instead) and fed and watered for the night.

No apologies in the morning.

Not met anyone like that in a while.

But after getting back to Banjo's. Fire.warm socks.Good tunes all was forgotten. Great joy was spent chatting pish and taking the piss.

Serious buffet munch at Banjo's mums.


(Dougaldutch, are you like dead? Pick up your god damn phone you crazy man)

Im cold, I cant be arsed typing anymore. Waste some time at work tomorrow. I get paid for it then...