just a short anecdote to tide you over the festive period because, well, i got nothing else to say really.... go!
The scene, Bold Street in Liverpool city centre (well, kinda of centre now because its not really the hub of Liverpool's cultural showerings, but that's not the point), Me and my good friend Mr Doocey, were dashing about getting last minute presents for Doocey's girl friend. If your surprised by the last sentence, you obviously know doocey....
After buying Maria's gifts, we received a text. 'Maria is going home, now!!'
doocey looks at me.
i look at doocey.
we realise that maria is on the other side of town.
simultaneously we glance back down the road, taking in the swathes of people making their way up the road.
the smallest nod off doocey
the smallest smirk off me.
we ran. FAST.
weaving in an out of the horde of jostling pedestrians, we scooted all the way down the road.
there were two middle age men who, when we ran past made the best starwars pod race style race car noises imaginable. the noise when one speeds past you really fast.
if your a power nerd, youll probably get the the title now.
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