Alright, here is a tiny insight into the night which was my 21st. Notice, if you will, three "standout" parts of this photo:
1) My face. Yes, that's me in the white shirt, an increasingly nervous smile creeping across my face. This is due to...
2) Exhibit A - mean-looking whip in Miss America's left hand. This photo captures the second of clarity through my drunken haze when the realisation finally hit that I was sitting in a crowded bar, about to take a pasting. You can't buy these sort of moments..
3) Thankfully, there was someone else in the bar who looked equally stupid. See the geezer second in from the right? See his pants? I heard a rumor that the Fashion Police turned up just moments after this photo was taken, and he hasn't been seen since.
Can someone explain to me how anyone can think it's a GOOD idea to go out in GOLD trousers... jees.. you might as well just beat the crap out of yourself at home and save someone else the trouble.
Maybe someday he'll learn.. and hopefully so will I (never trust your mates... and I mean EVER! ;-)
