On Saturday (19/2) I went out for a drink with a friend and his girlfriend. We started off by watching the Man U V Crawley Town match at a pub in central Croydon. The rather spending the rest of the evening getting increasingly more drunk in that monument to binge drinking we decided to pretend to be all mature by going for a meal in a restaurant.
The problem was the restaurant was playing the old trick of slowing down the food service so the customers end up buying more drinks while they're waiting. This led to an atmosphere souring discussion about whether they seriously expected us to pay for service that bad and who would be affected if we didn't because you don't want to punish a waitress if it's a chef that's causing the problem.
This was eventually sorted out politely and equitably but we were so overwhelmed by the achingly middle class nature of the argument that we were forced to go to another pub to recover. There I was rewarded by being forced to down a quadruple brandy served with ice. This totally wiped me out and I think I'm still a little bit drunk now. So nearly a successful evening
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