Wish You Were Here
“‘Forget the Range Rover,’ said Tom. ‘Head for that silver people wagon on the other side.’ ‘Sod it.’ I slammed on my brakes. ‘I’m just going to dump the car here and hope for the best. Because at this rate we really are going to miss the plane.’ It was now late in the afternoon on what had so far already been an extremely long day. Following Andy’s revelation at The George that our holiday destination was to be Malia, he made things worse by badgering me into matching him drink for drink for th...e rest of the evening. Once we’d left the pub, he dragged me into an off-licence and bought yet more alcohol to finish off back at the flat. Anytime I looked even vaguely as though I was going to stop drinking he’d simply harangue me into having another. And though we did end up having a great time (I hadn’t laughed so hard, sung so loudly or sworn quite so vociferously in a long time) I couldn’t help but wish that sometimes he would turn his personality down a couple of notches.MoreLess
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