So, for those not cultured enough to know, Saturday the 19th was International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
This ended up in me and a mate going to Newcastle, hell of a night out.
From getting a busker to play a bunch of requests to running into three seperate hen nights and two or three birthdays, probably one of the most random and most entertaining nights out in a long time...
But I digress. There's one thing I wish was different about that night:
I wish I could remember just a little more of it.
Why?
Because for some reason, I have a tube of chocolate body paint in my jacket pocket and I have no fucking idea where it came from.
This ended up in me and a mate going to Newcastle, hell of a night out.
From getting a busker to play a bunch of requests to running into three seperate hen nights and two or three birthdays, probably one of the most random and most entertaining nights out in a long time...
But I digress. There's one thing I wish was different about that night:
I wish I could remember just a little more of it.
Why?
Because for some reason, I have a tube of chocolate body paint in my jacket pocket and I have no fucking idea where it came from.
