It’s Saturday night and I’m
having a shower. Everyone wants to seem to head up into Birmingham for a pub
crawl and a curry but it’s way too late to set off into town. I’m upset because
I just know that I’m going to get sick. Everyone is preparing to set off
without me; moaning that I’m letting the side down. Not wanting to miss out on
anything, I decide to set off after them and catch a bus. I’m the only one on
it. I’ve got no idea where the others are. Eventually, I reach town and pop
into a bar for a pint. The bar’s empty because it’s last orders. No-one’s
answering their phone and I’ve got no idea how to get back home without my own
two feet taking an expensive cab. It’s one of those feelings that you get when
everyone else wants to do something without you.
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