So. Went out for some grub last night with 12 of my mates who are sound blokes. Nothing special. Just something we do now and again. It's good to hang out and talk about things over food rather than our usual wine sessions. The new sandals I bought at Urban Outfitters were pinching me but fuck it, I think they look smart and everyone's wearing them at the moment.

Lately, one of the guys is really starting to wind me up. Everyone kind of looks up to him. Constantly making out that he can predict the future and shit. Says that Liverpool are going to win the Champions League this year. He also claims that he predicted that Steve Staunton was going to be the Ireland manager. I asked him why he didn't do something to prevent it from happening. He could easily have gotten some heavies to knock sense into that Delaney fucker.

Anyway, that's Jay for you. Too nice a guy to ever do anything that nasty. One of those guys who always says the right thing at the right time. The lads keep telling him to cut his scraggly hair, and that it's seriously hampering his chance of getting his hole with this bird Mary that keeps sniffing about. Last night she even came into the restaurant and just had to stick her head in one of the photos. Really hope Jessops tell me that that one didn't develop properly.

Someone had suggested this good Italian place in town. Reasonable prices can usually be had there on the Chianti. As the night wore on, I think Jay had a bit too much to drink. He kept blabbering about how he had to leave and be with his father. We were like, "Jay, your old man's the local handyman who lives in town for fock's sake!". But he wasn't having it. Maybe his old man was a hippie living in a commune because that would explain a lot.

Another rant he had was that one of us had been given a wad of cash to rat him out to some local thugs. All sorts of allegations were being levelled now. Jay was convinced that something was going down tomorrow and that these thugs were going to waste him! At this stage, Jude was puffing his way through his second pack of Gauloises and his hands were shaking. Next thing he gets up and fucks off without paying for his share of the bill! Cheap bastard.

I think we were all in agreement that Jay had had to much to drink and we let him off with it. Me, Pete, Johnny and Jay went for a walk to clear the heads and took a pitstop in this park when Jay said he needed a slash. He told us to wait outside and to stay alert in case those thugs were nearby. We agreed to play along with this charade, if only until he sobered up. Five minutes later and we were conked on some benches.

Just as I was settling into a nice doze I heard some raised voices. We ran into the park to find the Old Bill with Jude in tow. Nothing was making sense now. Things took an even weirder turn for the worst when Jude walks up to Jay and plants one smack on the lips! Pete seriously doesn't like this, calls Jude a faggot and breaks his jaw with a roundhouse. Jay, obviously still pissed, tells Pete that he shouldn't have done it, puts his hand on Jude's cheek and starts rubbing it.

Things just got too weird for us, so we did a legger. One of the craziest nights of my life ever. Fact. Just have no idea what's going to happen today ...

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Published by Colm.