Saturday 27 February 2016

Borderline Alcoholism - 4

I am now sat in one of the greatest Indian takeaway places on the surface of this planet, I am very drunk...

Yet, as I sit here waiting for my order to appear I look back at, what?

Me dancing? Or thinking I look good dancing whilst everyone else thinks 'what a twat' 

Or maybe I am a good dancer? Who happens to be fed up with the music?

Who is now waiting for some quality takeaway curry? 

And has just been led out of said curry place and I'm off home :)