It’s Friday. So there are 2 things you are legally obliged to indulge yourself in.
1) post work beers (post-work definition ends at midnight Cinderella)
2) kebab (loads of chilli sauce compulsary)
The next 2 are optional mainly, if you live somewhere civilised. Compulsary if you live in some god-forsaken provincial town
3) a clumsy drunken bunk up over a wheely bin in the back alley, behind the pub, with a generously endowed lady called Sharone, who smells slightly of desperation, as gratitude for the countless Bacardi breeders you’ve bought her
4) a fight outside the kebab house. Started by Sharone lobbing chips at someone’s head while you were waiting for your donner, everything on. Don’t worry. Before they’ve managed to kick you to death the whole thing will have been stopped with the blood-curdling cry of ‘leave it Darren!!!!!! Ees not worth it!!!!’
Enjoy…..