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Went to the Docs. Got wart at the base of my big toe frozen. Ouch! That hurt… and it continued to hurt…

Went to Cardiff after work. Drinking.

Dad came over for some food and then kindly took me to Pontyclun train station. I arrived there just as the 19:58hrs train left. One hour and a chat with two brown versions of hulk later, the 20:58hrs train came. I got into Cardiff something past nine and made like a shinkansen with a dodgy foot to the Prince of Wales. En route I tried to phone Lou and Claire, but to no avail. Both had their phones on mute, so that was useful them giving me their phone numbers! Please note for the future chaps!!

Anyway, massive place but it didn’t take long to hear Jordan’s shrill over the Prince of Wales din. So there they all were. Gem, G, Lou, Pickering, Ad, Nicky, Junior, and a smattering of other sorts. I made my way to the bar in an attempt to quench my now arid thirst and deaden my now throbbing, defrosted wart. After about five minutes I was shouted at and duly informed that we were moving on to Life and that I should not attempt to quench or deaden anything here because we were imminently departing.

So I rehydrated myself as best I could by sucking on whatever moisture was left in teeth, and forced myself and my big toe away from the bar.

And when I got back to the gathering, I was somewhat bemused as to why most people’s glasses were far from finished. I finished Jordan’s Vodka and lime, had a bit of G’s pint (thanks both), and then got talking to Gem (and her breasts!) about her new job. Sounded good. Landed on your feet there girl! No more Lines or Bookworm for you though me thinks…

Then I got a text from Ben.

Dude, where are you? Hit me back.

I thought, “Sod tap tap tapping, I’ll phone him instead.”

His phone wasn’t on mute. “Stick your arm up fella!” came Ben’s order.

So I stuck my arm up and waved it about a bit. “I’ve got ya, be there in a bit.”

Ben, Ross and Huw pile over and I advise them that we are supposed to be leaving shortly. Time elapses and still unquenched and undeadened I start to organise; we were out of there and on to the Life in next to no time.

Life was dead, I had a cider, then a homemade snake bite, then another cider and then onto the bottles. I’m not allowed beer, now that Miho has given up smoking. I don’t mind really. I’ve gotten over that phase when I felt nauseous whenever I got within five metres of the golden vomit inducer that is cider.

Life livened up, Kirsty called me Gareth, which Ben found hysterical. And then it was sadly time for me to go. I bade farewell and made like a shinkansen with a deadened dodgy foot to Central Station.

Just made it and then homeward bound.

Having sobriety and rain on the walk from Pontyclun to Llanharry (pretty much up hill all the way) is not the preferred option. Having sobriety and rain and the feeling of razor-sharp thorns going in and out of the base of your big toe at every other step is unendurable.

Luckily I wasn’t too sober, but it was raining and my toe still bloody hurt!

Got in, soaking wet, and texted Ben, thanking him for a good night, and Pickering, advising her that I was soaked and wanted to chop my foot off.

Went to bed.