Wet weekend.
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Holy be-Jesus it was possibly the worst possible idea on paper: spend a weekend at a morris-dancing festival with a party comprising 4 couples and then muggins here all on his lonesome, on a soaking wet weekend in the middle of an incredibly expensive period when I really shouldn't have spent £160 in 2 days on beer and burgers.
Yet that is what I did, and it was rather a lot of fun actually.
Apart from having to shame-facedly return to the pub the morning after the night before, where I had spent far too long chatting up 3 of the barmaids at the same time, while actually standing next to their bloody boyfriends...
Apparently it would be perfectly acceptable behaviour if I was a morris man, but I'm not so apparently I'm just a c**t 
I'm amazed that a friend of mine, also called Tim in fact, is a morris dancer in his spare time. Out of choice, too 
so this 21-year old bloke who has to be the most chilled-out person I've ever met does this funny folk thingy where he dons cap and bells and trots about the place like a ninny.
As it turns out the whole lot of the morris types are drunkard p**s-takers who like nothing more than having a laugh and a drink every weekend.
And boy do they know how to drink....
The lock-in didn't finish until 5am and only then because the beer was running out, that was on the second night because the first night we got through 9 kegs of ale. 9 kegs in one night, there were only about 150 people there and half of them were women and children, and although there were a good few boozy lasses the vast majority of the women were drinking things in glasses anyway, not like the tankard-bearing chaps in the silly stockings and daft hats, invariably staggering and seemingly forever buying beer.
Even the fact that I was there with a load of couples wasn't an issue as one of them `forgot` to bring her boyfriend so we both had someone to idly chat to etc etc. Its a real shame she has a bloke in fact, but I guess we all saw that coming didn't we?
One thing I have realised as a result of the weekend is that I need to stop drinking or I will die. It takes your best friend to tell you that he doesn't want to bury you for that to really sink in, and it has. I spent well over £100 on beer in less than 36 hours and the beer was cheap to begin with, and that doesn't even include the various nips of scotch and vodka, or the vast amount that I smoked and I don't smoke at all unless I'm drunk, so all in all I will be changing quite a lot in the near future.
On the plus side this means being far less of an obnoxious drunk twat and probably means I can get a fitness programme in place at last.
We shall see. Its big change time for this ol' Hippy.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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