I went out in Crook last night with Jay. He texted yesterday afternoon to see if I fancied going out, now he is living back at his parents (a few doors down the street).
It wasn't a bad night, saw a couple of other mates I hadn't seen in a year. They mentioned about going out to local. I used to go 3 times a week every week, haven't been in over a year. They said I hadn't missed much, its the same people talking about the same shit. I will have a look up sometime over the next few weeks.
Anyway Crook last night, nothing really exciting happened, other than not being able to get a taxi at about 2:30. It was tossing it down with rain and every doorway was full of people sheltering and trying to ring for lifts. Yet there was no taxis anywhere. I was just gonna walk home and get wet. Jay refused and after waiting about for ages, he said he was gonna ring his dad. I tried to stop him but said he didn't care he wasn't walking home. So he rang and woke his parents up and his dad came and picked us up. I felt really bad :-(
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