The Late Zone

I'm from outside of London but I hear london dating is pretty good. I was up for the weekend with a group of friends and we were intent on doing a few things.

One was to help Jerry get over his fathers stroke.That was a big one. Jerry had been very depressed since.

Two was to find Maggie a boyfriend. She was 32 going on 50 and still a virgin. She claimed not to be but she still had the tattoo on her backside

Three was to have an exciting time. Bury wasn't a very exciting place. I heard Nottingham was because the ration of women to men is 6:1. I fancy those oddsA stroke of luck happened on our arrival at Euston station. Maggies eyes met with a rather handsome fella. Dave Singleton I believe his name was. He was a nice fella, though not very exciting. Still Maggie found him to be a bit of alright.

We left them too it to go to a restaurant. We were hungry and wanted to see what kind of women we could meet. Sadly all the nice looking girls seemed to have a boyfriend. Worse was to come when Jamie thought he was having a stroke, only to be laughed out for having mild heartburn.

As the day ticked on we all had our moment in the sun somewhat. I met a girl called Debbie who'd just broken up with her boyfriend who she described as a prat.I think we all got lucky that night. The next morning we waited for Maggie to meet us in a bar called the swan. She came in with a big smile on her face. We knew what that meant but we decided that calling her a virgin was potentially more fun.

We had a lot of drinks, got very drunk and made our way to the station. We waited patiently on the platform wondering where our train was. We had a right moan about it. We asked a gentleman who informed us we were drunk and on the wrong platform.Rather sheepishly we made our way to the correct platform. It had been a hell of a night.