Coming out of a buddies at 1.30 this morning and Rats gets a call on the OSS Hotline, Quad Paul, stuck in Liverpool Street, smashed out of his head asking can we take him home to Canvey cos he'd missed the last train
Picked him n his pops up, Beer fumes aint the word, we got pissed on those alone
, straight to the nearest Maccy D's for a slash (bastards wouldn't let me in
), QP is slashing up the railings, facing the road when the old bill
drive past, can't have been impressed cos the bird laughed her ass off and drove off
(is it drink that just has that effect on it QP?
??
Eventually home at 4.10 am (QP you bloody owe us BIG TIME), did i hear you withdraw your resignation from BAD
, i think I did, can you remember it tho