Party time.
2 years ago
Mother has told me that after Bingo tonight, she is going out for drinks with Mr Papadopulos, the guy who owns the local kebab shop (free kebabs, perhaps, if she plays her cards right).
Anyway, she says she won’t be in until at least eleven thirty, so I’ve told my friend Kevin that It’s partay time. He’s oranizing a case of Stella, some mixed nuts & raisins, and some crisps. I’m getting my records ready as we speak. Thought we’d start off with some mood music, probably something like Black Sabbath’s Paranoid.
Now all we need is some hot rock chicks to join us. Kevin says he’s putting a notice about the party outside the “The Black Dog pub”, which is a notorious biker hang-out.
