VIOLENT MOVIE NIGHT
As I pulled on my coat and headed out into the rain, I cursed my friends. They’d braved the storm to meet up at the local pub for a drink and had been begging me to come along.
Eventually, I’d given in and decided to join in the fun.
‘This better be fun,’ I grumbled to myself, soaked through within minutes of leaving my house.
As I plodded into the pub, I did a quick scan of the room and spotted my pals around a table.
My heart sank.
They looked absolutely wasted.
All I’d wanted was a catch up.
‘Hiya,’ I said, slapping on a smile as I pulled up a chair.
‘Here at last,’ my friend Scott Furlong,