Onwards and upwards to the party ahead

It was impossible to explain what happened,So i didnt bother.

Well i was recently gifted with a new job. Now usually i would yet again be awash with feelings of anger and repression but no , no not this time, this time i found a happy job.
My new job was now setting up bouncy castles, Idiotic you say? Childish?, perhaps but we will see. I have yet to start so my opinion on bouncy castle events its limited.

But enough of this boring chatter,I know reader you thought you lost me there, no no calm down this is not a story of hard work or even work for that matter.This is yet another
weekend tale on the sour tasting streets of bo'ness.Then again your not actually paying for this so any complaints you have are falling on deaf ears and angry teeth. What? hmmm?...strange.

We left at EXACTLY 6.30pm to go the richmond park. Martyn was on his way down and i was on my way up. Bound to cross paths soon. Only a few roads this wasnt a maze.Or was it?.anyway
I waited at the top of the road the precise location we met every weekend. The f*cker was late , i was sure of that much. Eventually in the the distance i saw the lanky figure making his way down
. I knew it was martyn instantly as only he walked with such a frustratingly strange swagger. Like a pregnant women with lead hands trying to run in the marshiest of swamps.

"Hapnin man richmond aye?" he said casually.
"aye" i quickly snapped
We continued down the path to the richmond, In the back of my mind contantly cursing the b*stard for his lateness. He carried on conversation as normal. should i mention his latness
and potentioally ruin the mood? should i go to richmond and sawy he has no id for he'd probably forgotten it? No No this wasnt the time for a showdown, revenge would come later.

We went to the bank machines and withrdrew the proper amount of currency needed for a night of chronic alchohol consumption.
As we entered richmond the immediate back alley ambience was fowl with the stench rotten crabs fighting over frog sh*t. Then again its cleaner than most places. I was just drunk
, i took out my wallet and realized from inspecting my id , that i was infact not a pub critic. The relief washed over me like a waterfall of champagne in the australian outback.
Martyn was first to order. As usual his order was small, one pint of tennents ice cold lager. The barmaid went to the tap and began to pour. I could tell from her eyes she was
Not impressed by this order she was a mans man. Figuritivly speaking. No, my order would suffice. 2 double morgans spiced With ice, 2 shots of tequila and a pint of stella.
She never said a word, But it was obvious she was much happier now from an order of such size. She had worked hard getting me my drinks , she would sleep tonight and be
over more refreshed for work tommorow , i expected a thank you but was dissapointed when she simply charged me for the drinks and left.presumuably for the toilet.

We sat down and consumed the drink faster than a blind man falls from a cliff.When i say we im of course reffering to myself, martyn sipped at his drink,why stay so sober?
, what did he have planned?, was he in cohoots with local law enforcment? what had i done wrong? i would find out.
I drank my drink fast, no time for small talk i thought, it was time to find a party. Not for the company of others but id just ran out of f*cking ciggerettes. Thats right reader, no more
smoking for atleast 23 and a half minutes.
We left richmond park and hastily made our way to the bp garrage for smokes, after emmbarasingy having to show my id to the deppresed old women at the kiosk we where yet again on our way.

A couple of minutes walk and we would arrive at the party.