“Dirty Secrets"

You all have THOSE friends, you know the ones you love to death, but sometimes love to imagine actually dead! They get drunk, they get messy, and then as their head is bobbing you disappear before you get caught up to clean the mess? And don’t say you haven’t done it, coz we all have. My blog mate and I are just more open about it.

Our story begins on my fellow Blog authors Birthday which subsequently happened to fall on a long weekend. We had decided after a few days of being good and doing the family and friend thing we would end the weekend in a typical trashy night. Where would one go for such a night you may ask? Oxford st of course.

Arq was on the agenda. But first we had to kill some time. We met out the front of the Columbian, She is looking svelte, dressed in a black dress, which showed enough cleavage to make the gay boys turn heads, dark kohl eyes and wild bed hair. We drink, we mingle, we have fun. We leave for the next bar, and who do we see, an old friend... Unfortunately the long weekend hasn’t been as good to him as it has to us. On closer inspection (from 2 blocks away) we can see he is.... in a word... MUNTED... Eyes rolled back in his head, he must be using x-ray to see through his skull, shirts and shorts dirty and dishevelled and worst of all his back is arched like he has either thrown it out, tried to do a back flip and got stuck half way, or we need to call an exorcist real quick coz Emily Rose aint got nothing on this bitch... I stop and point ahead. I’m confused, he IS out friend BUT....

Do we risk saying hi to him, and chance getting stuck as babysitter for the night? Or do we pretend we didn’t see him... decisions...

Then our decision is made for us, still in his weird back position with his eyes rolled up in his head, he turns and pulls a complete stranger out of a cab and tries to kiss him... Yup, decision made, fuck it. Exorcism it is...not even her sky high stilettos can stop us from bolting in the other direction!!