Does any disser have any pissed nightmares. Here's mine.
I Went on a works outing last night and got really pissed. To save money I decided to kip in my office in Sunderland instead of having to get a taxi back to Durham. Having got back to the office i decided to go back out for a kebab (as you do) Upon returning with the rancid muck, i realised i'd left my keys in the office, so i was locked fucking out.
After my thoughts of suicide had diminished slightly, i pondered about what the hell I was going to do. The logical thing (very much at the time) was to break the window in the door and open it from the inside. So I spent about 20 minutes wandering around Sunderland looking for any available glass breaking tool (it seemed a really difficult task at the time)and eventually found one and got in. I woke up this morning lying on the floor of my office in a pool of blood. (is that the sign of a good night out - i dunno)
The question is, What possesed me to do this. The whole reason I slept in my office was to avoid paying Â£25 for a taxi home. Yet i've just payed a glazier Â£45 for the fuckin window to avoid my P 45 being handed to me next week.
I think at the time I had the hair brained idea of calling the police on Monday to say there had been a break in, thus avoiding the bill for the glass, until i realized this morning, i was probably on every CCTV camera in a 10 mile radius of Sunderland looking for heavy glass breaking objects.
So now i'm Â£45 and three pints of blood down, with a very sore head. Still...happy days