Little did Deano Brancazio know, his extravaganza weekend would result in a scene similar to that of a Richard Curtis film where two young lovers would 'rock the gatekeeper'!!!
Meg knew from the minute she strutted into tom and phils house, this was no ordinary night. The game of truth or dare only confirmed Meg's suspicions that a strange man with strawberry blond were to get lucky on this night. Oh the G 'n' T's did flow - not to mention the malibu and the cider that waz guzzled by emsie. I got to fulfil one of my lifetime goals- yes, you guessed it, JIVE WITH THE CLISSOLD (fuck that sounds rude). She swung me from left to right, up and down... and back again. Impressed with me semi-serious attempt Jodie bellowed in my ear 'so.....ya wanna audition for x factor wit me?' I did not, and will not answer her until I get full approval from her sugar daddy; T Fide.
The drive into town was exciting. Phil pumped the music so loud, i think it reminded Charlotte of when she used to go clubbing in Ianapa, but she so did not give a shit- I don't even think she was wearing a seat belt. Meg had a spring in her step on the walk to gatekeeper and as Phil probed her about her likes and dislikes, she gave very vague responses - in a similar way a politician WUD. I caught a glimpse of Charlotte and she had a glimmer in her eye as if she'd just won a tenner at bingo or summing. She had quite possibly just witnessed one of the best looking men in our group.... but I didn't want to get in the way so I let her go for second best; my mate gRigg.
What those two don't know about luving in a pub eh? They simply tore the house down. Blesss 'em. Coz the bad boys ALWAYS catch Charlotte's eyes. Rock on to both of you!
There was one thing I was not treated to witnessing on this night though, and that was Meg's notorious drunken dancing on the tables where she tosses her knickers in the air. Maybe I will see that next time.
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