Doing stupid things...
I seem to have a habit of doing stupid things whilst drunk, staying in a hotel room. A couple of years ago Jen sent me out for some Pringles, shouting out our room number and holding the same number in my hand. I returned 45 minutes later having lost the number, forgotten it, knocked on somebody else’s room, ended up in the cellar twice and pressing the ground floor number on the lift, confused as to why it wasn’t going anywhere whilst the only other guest told me, apologetically, that we were on the ground floor. This weekend’s foray into the world of drunkenness in a hotel was no exception.
All was going fine until 3 in the morning when what sounded like Jen’s mobile phone went off. I reacted by trying to get back to sleep whilst Jen leapt out of bed and started wafting the smoke detector with her pillow. Of course it was the fire alarm but I refused to get out of bed, still convinced it was Jen’s phone. At this point Jen must have realised that wafting a smoke alarm when there is, in fact, no fire wasn’t going to make it shut up, she tried to get me out of bed. I stubbornly refused sending Jen into a blind panic that I was going to die in the towering inferno. Now, either I was just being stubborn or I’d regained some semblance of sobriety but I put it down to a false alarm caused by a stag party, making me all the more determined to stay in bed. Fortunately the alarm stopped before any of Jen’s mates came to get me out of bed (Jen alerted them all that I would not budge) before causing myself any more embarrassment.
That aside it was a very good weekend, Mark seemed to enjoy his 30th and our planned trip to Cyprus in the summer has gained some momentum. If only that little arsehole Bradley Wright Phillips hadn’t ruined it at about 4.42pm on Saturday (along with Hull and Leicester scoring in the last minute to bring League One within touching distance) it would have been even better. I should be used to it by now…
"Life On Mars" Gene Hunt quote of the day...
I'm Gene Hunt, I should be breaking down doors not picking girly locks."