My knee is fucked so I can't really play football properly. Just end up kicking the ball at little kids and goading the astro-turf groundsmen. Take Stefan home and we try to get a free coffee from Freddi at Baileys Cafe Lounge, but some supervisor women or something are working too so we just leave.
At Dave's World of Warcraft is fucking shit and Dave's Bulgarian internet friend sounds like a nerd. Dave sounds like a nerd. Dave Chappell Senior comes home and we have roast chicken baguettes. Dave persuades his dad to have a drag race with him down the lanes. Senior's car feels like a spaceship, we must be going at least two hundred miles an hour and my head is glued to the heated neck-rest. The engine sounds well loud and my stomach feels like a bees nest has been opened inside it. My eyes are blurring and Dave's car is a distant speck in the wind-mirror.
Take the sports car for a cruise down the Warren to impress holiday-makers, have a drag-race in the car park and run a red light. Me and Dave kick a ball at fat northerners and arcade rides. I smash a pint glass and Dave upsets a toddlers mummy.
We go downtown and play basketball a little bit and talk to Stefan. He goes to have fajitas so we try and steal some energy drinks from the arcade. Get no energy drinks and lose fifty pee in the gambler. See Jeff Davies in a smart suit and possibly inebriated.
Watch the football at the Langstone Cliff Hotel and then watch some soft porn and read GQ afterwards. Pleasant journey home, eat some roast dinner and watch loads of Southpark. Don't even wank merely go to sleep
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