I stay in on Friday nights for fear of turning into a Norwegian.
Work finishes early (no problem with that), then the next 8-10 hours are spent drinking large amounts of crap, cold, fizzy beer with a meal squeezed in somewhere (no-one ever remembers what or where). A few quarrels, arguments occur, followed by the obligatory fight, then you're sent home in a taxi by your colleagues, and in addition to paying £50 for a 20 minute journey from the city centre, you have to pay another £50 cos you've puked up in the taxi/over the driver and that's the going rate.
You eventually 'wake up' Saturday afternoon not remembering a thing and having an empty wallet lying on the floor. You phone a few friends to ask if anything 'happened' then go back to bed, knowing you've got a crap Sunday in store before being back at work Monday morning and guaranteed 'pi$$-taking' before shaking it all off and start to look forward to the following Friday.
It all seems a bit like
American Physcho without the killings. And I'm NOT the subject here.
How I miss evenings in the pub back home: REAL ale, at a decent price, in a quiet pub with some mates and a 'sensible' Indian meal awaiting at the end of the evening.
