Conversations overheard on the last bus home

I have the unenviable job of, having been out in town for drinks, of having to get a train home. Well, when I say home, the train stops at Romford… now, anyone who’s ever been to Romford at 1am on a friday or saturday night, will know that it’s something of a demiliterised zone at the best of times… however, needs must as the devil drives… from Romford i then have to hope that i’m in time to get the last bus (fun fun fun).
Now, on saturday night, I had a couple of runs of luck. Firstly, I was in time for the bus and secondly it wasn’t overfull of drunks.
However, there were a few other people on the bus and I overheard part of a conversation that pretty much sums up certain elements of todays ‘youth’.
Apparently, a girl had been out boozily celebrating her 17th birthday with a group of friends, (hey, we were all young once!) but was eager to get home as her mum had been babysitting her 9 months old baby for her for the night…
crikey.

Thank you Belgium…

I have to take my hat off to the Belgiums for the incredably wide selection of beers they seem to have produced over the years… Have gone to a Belgo restaurant last night, and drunk a good selection of different beers, I have to say that Kriek was probably my favourate… probably because it’s cherry flavoured and anyone that knows me will know of my love for Cherry Coke, so that’s probably why…

But after all that, this morning, I awoke without the slightest hint of a hangover… very, nice! So thank you Belgium! 😉