Day 5
I have a lazy day; I get up for an excellent brekkie at the hotel and hit the sack again, my holiday. The GF fucks off to visit the rellies and I have a crafty wank thinking about the Fire Dancer…ha ha!
We eat Thai again which this time it’s awful and sure enough I suffer for it the following day.
I give her the slip and mooch around in the various bars and ending up at the usual spot in the O2 bar. The have a good enough band on and tonight they are giving it max as they have a fair old crowd in until it then all goes horribly wrong.
During a boisterous Guns n Roses number the singer, who is wearing shorts and boots, leaps into the air and misses the stage on his way down and snaps his fucking leg…he lays there screaming, in tune by the way, with a fair bit of bone showing while his mates carry on oblivious.
Eventually they stop, he gets carted off, still screaming, to hospital and they shut the bar down and open up the basement bar and another band starts…the show must go on!
"My advice is just thank the god that doesnt exist for the rib he didnt take to create the women thats not a women that he didnt make for the naturaly uncut cock n enjoy it, they sure are fun." - Boomdraw