Just realised what a sad ■■■■ I am .sat here on New years eve, on a forum talking to other sad ■■■■■ of the trucking fraternity. But this is why.
I have been to numerous N.Y eve parties in the past, but have not bothered for last 10yrs or so.
It’s not that am anti social, could not be more wrong, I love a night out a laugh and a few pints.
I’ve had a good few nights out over the hols, both with mates and the Mrs, a right good laugh on each one.
It’s just that I hate New years eve.
I mean you go out and you can not get served at the bar for these ■■■■■ on their one and only …annual night out. as my mate says ‘‘you can’t see the bar for non drinkers’’.
When you do manage to get ■■■■■■■ to forget how bad the night is, next you are the victim of enforced fun, ie.having to form a circle holding hands with some ■■■■■■ you hate on one side, and a fat slag with a mini skirt on the other, singing a stupid ■■■■■■ song that you have not got a ■■■■■■ clue what it’s about, and only know half the words…I mean , who the ■■■■ was or is Old Lang Syne ffs?
Then when you have endured that, you get these ■■■■ s (who never usually speak to you any other time) wishing you Happy new year, then the old fat slag with a mini skirt who you sang that song beside, (who has bad breath) wanting to snog your ■■■■ ing face off.
Then when it is all over you phone for a taxi, you wait outside ■■■■■■ freezing for an hour , and it costs you half a weeks wage, just to get home to the wife who won’t speak to you, because she smells the cheap nasty Sunday market perfume on you after being a victim of the fat slag. so she gets the wrong idea, and you end up kipping on the sofa with the ■■■■■■ dog licking your face all night.
To cap it all you wake up with the hangover from hell in the morning, and realise you are another year older.
That is why I am sat on here getting ready to watch Paul Weller on Jools Holland’s show with my lovely Mrs drinking a glass of wine and me on the John Smiths.
Am I on my own here, in this way of thinking■■?
Happy new year.