..... and I come home on Saturday morning.
I went to the pub and had a bit off an agro night.
It all started getting a bit agro even before the pub when some tit was holding everybody else up on the sky train cos' he was talking on his phone and not paying attention to the fact that the doors weren't closing because his arm was sticking out. I had to physically move the ignorant [at][at][at][at] and nearly ended up hitting the prick.
Then at the pub I got rather drunk and ended up telling my mate what a poisonous cnut his girlfriend is, which went down well. She really is a poisonous little cnut but diplomacy was a skill that seemed to escape me last night. Thailand just seems to have so many of that type, you know, the type that are manipulative little bitches where anything that you say or do could be twisted and used against you.
I also have a nasty blood blister on my finger which is quite painful. According to my misses I got it caught in a door at Soi Cowboy, I don't remember being at Soi Cowboy but apparently I stayed there for 2 drinks before stumbling into a taxi. I think that I had a row with the taxi driver as well, although I may have dreamt that. I am actually quite a placid person believe it or not.
Friday nights, ain't they just fucking ace.