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THE BRITISH FINAL COME DANCING HELD IN BLACKPOOL
Here i was on another girly weekend away.With butterflies in the stomach.A four day trip watching a pal of mine in the british final come dancing.Held in the winter gardens in blackpool north west England.
Well on the friday i travelled to manchester to meet up with a pal of mine.Three sheets to the wind after finding 60 quid which i had spent drinking half of it away(start as i mean to go on).So here i arrived pissed out of my tree and in great form.So i went to stay at my pals house where the ex no hoper of a husband of my pal sarah was slobbing on the sofa.He has a habit of sniffing white powder up his nostals and so again has no job or living accomodation.Get me to the pub i thought, which we did.We ordered a bottle of wine and drank two glasses, we decided to go to another pub and so like two knackers tried to pour our wine back into the bottle and sneaked out with it hidden under the coat.
Arrived at the bulls head, and sitting on a stool was another no hoper of an ex, belonging to my pal , he was perched on a stool with his new half his age lover. You see my friend was due to marry this guy and the bastard wouldnt get out of bed the morning they were supposed to be heading off to spain to be married.This sent my pal into extreme oblivion, and so she knocked back a brandy and a vodka and red bull, she cant remember coming home that night, and so pissed off to bed and left me downstairs with the kids.THANKS MATE.
Trying to sleep in another bed was hurrendous ,especially with a rake of booze in you.And so i awoke early at around four in the morning, tossing and turning.Anyway after getting ready off we drove to not so sunny blackpool. We were staying with the dancers in a B B, which was totally pre historic but clean.We headed off to the fairground and ate seafood and had yes you guessed some more booze.That night we headed off into the town , for a boogy, arriving back late for more shicker. My friend pissed off to bed again with chicken and chips which i scoffed when entering the time warp of a room.
The next day was the dancing finals, latin which my old school friend tracey was in.Again awake at 6 am Tracey came in our room for the hair makeover, the dread of doing marcel waves and trying to glue on a hundred diamonds was killing me.The shakes were unbelievable.My pal sarah was in the bed ,we had borrowed a bar stool and placed it in front of the wobbly wardrobe in which there was a mirror.I laid out my tools all of 3 items a comb , gel and a few diamonds.We thought this hilarious, as Tracey thought id be well prepared and so scrambled around for more items to place on the bed, to look well prepared for Traceys entrance, laughing all the while.
She sat in front of the mirror and i hadnt a clue what i was doing , and so Sarah burried her head under the covers pissing herself as i tried to act normal and in control.The sweat was pouring off me .The hardest thing was the friggin diamonds. i created marcels on a zig zag partin, and brought a strand of hair across the fore head to create a head band and stuck these f ers on.We had a toothbrush holder upside down with glue on it and a ear bud without the fluff on, at one time all three of us were in tucks of laughter with the hand shakes of myself and eventually i pulled it off.
THE COMPETITION BEGAN, again another bar was right behind our chairs,and so another heavy session, it was a brill atmosphere and my friend came 7 th out of 60 dancers.After the show we went to a fab restraunt, and ate the place out.We headed back to the hammer house of horrors and got into our p j .i had the best sleep ever.I headed home and caught the flight back,i looked ok, but iv been in bed for seven o clock for the last 3 days catching up, so its back to monotiny in not so sunny ireland and i bloody fed up again. good bye peeps.
Well on the friday i travelled to manchester to meet up with a pal of mine.Three sheets to the wind after finding 60 quid which i had spent drinking half of it away(start as i mean to go on).So here i arrived pissed out of my tree and in great form.So i went to stay at my pals house where the ex no hoper of a husband of my pal sarah was slobbing on the sofa.He has a habit of sniffing white powder up his nostals and so again has no job or living accomodation.Get me to the pub i thought, which we did.We ordered a bottle of wine and drank two glasses, we decided to go to another pub and so like two knackers tried to pour our wine back into the bottle and sneaked out with it hidden under the coat.
Arrived at the bulls head, and sitting on a stool was another no hoper of an ex, belonging to my pal , he was perched on a stool with his new half his age lover. You see my friend was due to marry this guy and the bastard wouldnt get out of bed the morning they were supposed to be heading off to spain to be married.This sent my pal into extreme oblivion, and so she knocked back a brandy and a vodka and red bull, she cant remember coming home that night, and so pissed off to bed and left me downstairs with the kids.THANKS MATE.
Trying to sleep in another bed was hurrendous ,especially with a rake of booze in you.And so i awoke early at around four in the morning, tossing and turning.Anyway after getting ready off we drove to not so sunny blackpool. We were staying with the dancers in a B B, which was totally pre historic but clean.We headed off to the fairground and ate seafood and had yes you guessed some more booze.That night we headed off into the town , for a boogy, arriving back late for more shicker. My friend pissed off to bed again with chicken and chips which i scoffed when entering the time warp of a room.
The next day was the dancing finals, latin which my old school friend tracey was in.Again awake at 6 am Tracey came in our room for the hair makeover, the dread of doing marcel waves and trying to glue on a hundred diamonds was killing me.The shakes were unbelievable.My pal sarah was in the bed ,we had borrowed a bar stool and placed it in front of the wobbly wardrobe in which there was a mirror.I laid out my tools all of 3 items a comb , gel and a few diamonds.We thought this hilarious, as Tracey thought id be well prepared and so scrambled around for more items to place on the bed, to look well prepared for Traceys entrance, laughing all the while.
She sat in front of the mirror and i hadnt a clue what i was doing , and so Sarah burried her head under the covers pissing herself as i tried to act normal and in control.The sweat was pouring off me .The hardest thing was the friggin diamonds. i created marcels on a zig zag partin, and brought a strand of hair across the fore head to create a head band and stuck these f ers on.We had a toothbrush holder upside down with glue on it and a ear bud without the fluff on, at one time all three of us were in tucks of laughter with the hand shakes of myself and eventually i pulled it off.
THE COMPETITION BEGAN, again another bar was right behind our chairs,and so another heavy session, it was a brill atmosphere and my friend came 7 th out of 60 dancers.After the show we went to a fab restraunt, and ate the place out.We headed back to the hammer house of horrors and got into our p j .i had the best sleep ever.I headed home and caught the flight back,i looked ok, but iv been in bed for seven o clock for the last 3 days catching up, so its back to monotiny in not so sunny ireland and i bloody fed up again. good bye peeps.
