Cheap Days

Friday nights are the nights to show dat you have been slaving all week. The nights where all the shining bits and pieces come out. Ladies talk in loud gale voices, showing off new dresses and shoes they can hardly walk in. When guys pretend that they own d town screaming 'money aint a thing'! But den we all know that every quid made within d week jumps out the window. Bar hoping is the theme of the night, loud music and lumpy bodies swaying to the beat. Hardly are the lyrics heard and off key is it always reproduced. My favourite part is watching the unbelievable amount of alcohol consumed. This nearly always creates this belief of invisibility. Then it happens, the first vomit for d night. Some unlucky cleaner is going to be cursing his mind off soon. Its almost 3am, the magic moment when you remember you are in the age of technology.....cell fone! Aha! One of the little wonders of some dumb but smart fool's brain wave. The call for the ride home after tripping over almost every miraculously propped up curb. Unlucky day and you find yourself on d floor blaming everybody but your careful self! Another night well spent, and tomorrow comes with the well earned hang over. But for now all that matters is you made d best of your weekly wage! Kudos! Shite! Totally forgot, the rent is due by the moro! You best just drink a little more and block the thought of the caretaker!