Post by Simon Butler on Feb 24, 2005 16:14:40 GMT -5
I'd like it to go on record that it was only on my second tour of duty with Ocean that I found out there was more than one train station.
We spent every thursday night drinking ourselves into a coma and then I used to run like some drunken eejit across manchester from Tommy Duck's to catch the last train from Victoria Station.
None of you swines told me there was a station 100 yards away called Oxford Road.
I nearly burst my fecking lungs, which were very under par in those days due to all the ciggies...and then it took until Warrington to get my bloody breath back.
The number of times I ran into lamposts, people, policemen. or fell over litter bins, small children or similarly drunk idiots like myself.
I always arrived at Victoria coughing my lungs up, scarlet in the face and couldn't have strung a coherent sentence together if my life depended on it.
And yet I looked forward to the next Thursday with baited breath.
You evil minded wazzocks!!
happy days!
We spent every thursday night drinking ourselves into a coma and then I used to run like some drunken eejit across manchester from Tommy Duck's to catch the last train from Victoria Station.
None of you swines told me there was a station 100 yards away called Oxford Road.
I nearly burst my fecking lungs, which were very under par in those days due to all the ciggies...and then it took until Warrington to get my bloody breath back.
The number of times I ran into lamposts, people, policemen. or fell over litter bins, small children or similarly drunk idiots like myself.
I always arrived at Victoria coughing my lungs up, scarlet in the face and couldn't have strung a coherent sentence together if my life depended on it.
And yet I looked forward to the next Thursday with baited breath.
You evil minded wazzocks!!
happy days!
