Saturday, 14 February 2009

Last Night...

After arriving back from the trip up North, I found myself somewhat energized, refreshed and keen for a Friday night 'quiet' drink... So I gave The Accountant a call.

Me: ...Hey...
TA: ...Hey...
Me: ......
TA: ......
Me: ...And tonight?...
TA: ...Nothing...
Me: ...Keen?
TA: ...Ja...
Me: ...Sweet...
TA: ...Where you?...
Me: ...Home...
TA: ...Pick you up in 15...
ME: ...Nice...

*click*

The Accountant and I have a certain telepathy after knowing each other for close on 15 years...

The price of a cab ride from Clapham Grand to my front door at 4am is still £10... Sex And The City at 4:30am, while steaming pissed, is still a crap show.

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