curry brick

On Sunday night, that night being a bank holiday night, a rare night when one can get completely and utterly off their face, I mean cock-fighting drunk (which is where you fight your own cock) be sick on your chest out of it, wake up in cells, fucked and covered in blood… I abstained. Having said that I spent much of Friday and Saturday in a stupor. Friday was one of the best, a classic piqued night in/out, beginning in the pub with Frank for a few that ultimately wound up with me lurching at