Yeah....................The Bast.
Chang was the only place open the other night, whatever day that was, lost a few this week!
BF'd a girlie from Gecko's in the afternoon before the close down and took her back to mine. She says she had arranged to go to Chang with all her mates that night, had been excited about it all afternoon and would it be OK to go?
Nema Problema for me young lady, out the door, I'm going to bed, I was a bit teenzy weenzy tiddly widdly, shoes in the microwave and lost the lid off my jam drunk.
She rings at 6am saying she is outside my front door. "Good for you" I say, in a still tiger induced muddle "maybe catch you later in the bar" and hung up.
I could hear her shuffling high heels under my balcony, she was crying and slowly walking back to her loom. As I kick started my lungs with a L&M red, my 'Good heart' kicked in, skipped a beat and I shouted to her and let down my long blond hair which she climbed up to me and got into the bed. (Poetic licence on the last bit, she actually ran back up the stairs)
I went back to sleep as she snuggled up to me, it must have been that last Tiger that made me feel this way, I remember trying to hold onto a fart but it got out, she giggled, I like that.
I did get my just rewards at about lunchtime-ish. Plus she can make a half-way decent cup of tea served with toast and a dab of jam.............Life is good.