Earlier this week I was invited to join the Tap football team.
Surely, you didn't even consider that I might actually play? No, they had a bowling night planned for last night and a few of us were invited to go along on the understanding that there could possibly be a beer or two along the way somewhere. Chances are, the younger ones would finish bowling and head of for a wild night in Cleethorpes and the "more responsible" among us would sneak off and get a meal somewhere.
Do you ever start reading a post and instantly know what's going to happen next?
It had all the elements of an excellent night out. I threw in a half decent game of bowls, there was the ancticipated high volume and variety of beers, visited a few bars I've never been in before, fish and chip supper, one of the guys anounced he's about to become a Dad, another celebrated his birthday, there was even a very attractive stripper amongst the proceedings.
It's surprising how many people have cameras on their mobile phones these days...
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My sofa was certainly preferable to bowling. It's not just those awful shoes. It's the fact that all your friends get to look at your bottom and you always break your nails.
I certainly wouldn't have wanted to swap places with you for that.
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