Red Sauce.
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
Scene One: It's 2.33am, the bars are closed, and the only two DS in attendance - Welshie Jones and myself - sit back, relax, and work our way through the better part of a couple of pitchers of Export each.
Scene Two: It's 3.45am, the bars are still closed, and the only two DS in attendance - Welshie Jones and myself, both sucking furiously on Polos to remove any possible stench of moonshine from our breaths - are outside, deep in the park, attending a domestic where a man on crutches has covered his heavily-intoxicated girlfriend with ketchup, and she now wants him to leave.
It's a hard-knock life.
posted by Sheamus @ 4:30 am
