I’ll occasionally go to a casino with mates at the end of an evening when we don’t want to go home, but also don’t want to go from the relative calm of a pub, to any kind of a late night venue like a club. But really I just can’t be bothered.
When we were at uni I used to think it was fun because there’d be the not very good sandwiches and free tea going around, but even if that happens now we still avoid it.
What I do like is a bit of online gaming as its now called, gambling being something of a dirty word. When everyone had left last night and we demolished the curry and a slab of Stellas the Evans logged on to my favourite online casino and had a flutter or six. OK, so i might have got through a few quid, but it’s strangely fun.
So this morning I woke feeling a bit guilty about that. With a bad head from the beers, and worse, Jamie brought a bottle of Jamieson as is his wont. And the place stinks of curry. And men. Great!
Left the windows open when i left for work, hoping no bugger decides to climb in, but also that the stink climbs out.
Sweet eh?
Taking it easy in every department tonight I promise.