Monday, November 28, 2005
Skating (N' Shaggin') In A Winter Wonderland
Wooooo, my feet ain't touched the floor since last week. What a wicked weekend. Friday night me and Shant's had a game of Bingo down the Canton Castle, we both had a line each (Bingo silly) and I got a crisp £50 and she got £100 on the big house's line. Well worth braving the snow and ice for.
We had a quiet night after the game because we had a big Saturday lined up as well. A few cans in Ashanti's kitchen - a drunken heart to heart over her ongoing affair with Mr Smith the teacher and a best of UB40 on the old stereo. We ended up crying because we loved Ali Campbell as kids but never got back stage at one of their gigs.
It was wicked - but her kids did look pissed off when we chucked them out of the living room, interrupting them watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre on the DVD so we could use the really big stereo. It's wicked, big speakers that look like top zorsts and built in disco lights. All we'd have needed were some drunken married men groping our arses and it would have been as good as Rumours.
Saturday we'd arranged to go to the wicked Winter Wonderland outside City Hall, we took the kids - so it was just as well we won the bingo as it was a flamin' rip-off.
We had a laugh there though, but Tia ended up crying because everyone kept calling her the Suger Plum Fairy and there was more aggro when one of the staff tried to drag two of Shant's kids off for knocking over other kids. It could of sullied the day but it was near the end so we told them to eff off and we left in protest, flicking v's and knocking over chairs and stuff. Wicked laugh.
It was Tea-time so we sent the kids home in a taxi (thank you Castle Bingo) and went to watch the match in the Walkabout which we won. I'd have thought we'd get stuffed by the ozzies but my boys came through. so we celebrated hard, ended up in Kiwi's (still avoiding Rumours because of Rhidian) and caught on with two fellas.
Both were married so we ended up round the back of the CIA, freezing our arses off in the sub-zero temperatures before me and 'Shants fell drunkly and barely satisfied into a taxi to whisk us back to Ely. To top it all the driver made us pay-up front when we told him Ely. He said where "you going?" We said "home!" and laughed our heads off. He said "which caravan park's that then?" Cheeky bugger. Ashanti pissed on his seat in revenge.
Spent yesterday recovering and chilling out, mainly explaining to Tia that Sugar Plum fairies are good. To be honest though I'm a bit itchy downstairs, so I hope I've not got another bout of the dreaded. At least I knows wheres I got it and who to avoid next time.
Posted by Chav Mum at 2:50 PM
1 Comments:
G'day, Gorgeous! Remember me? The big, dark fellow?
Be fair, I gave total satisfaction out the back of the CIA and that's all I gave you.
It must have been the bloke who had a go after me. Or the one after him.
No hard feelings, though. It was a nice welcome to Cardiff, really.
Pop round to the rugby club during the week and I'll give you a couple of tickets to the next home game.
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