‘ Have you got a light?” is the title of this post. The layout has changed and I can’t write in the title box.rant over.

I was at a wedding. I don’t drink but considering the day that was in it, I decided to drink. I got a pint of Coors light at the bar. It’s a pretty good beer Coors slight, a cool crisp taste and keeps it head until you reach the bottom of the glass. My mentality was now that I had one pint I might as well have a second, now that I had a second I might as well have a third. Now that I had a third…. A hangover was now inevitable and to that which is inevitable one can either approach with resignation or enthusiasm. I opted for the latter. There was a time I could drink excessively and function the next day. Those days are gone. I learned to respect alcohol. There was also a time I thought weed was harmless, I would now refute that position. Weed makes one indolent, as indolent as ‘the lotus eaters’. Alcohol is a more honest drug in that you get punished immediately with a severe hangover, with weed the punishment is delayed for years and then one day you wake up and life itself has passed you by. I got back to my table with a pint of Coors light and got talking to the girl beside me. Another girl sitting at the table opposite me kept turning around trying to catch my eye, I deduced her age as about 26. I had lost my cigarette lighter somewhere and was now dying for a smoke, alcohol encourages smoking. I went out to the smoking area with the intention of asking someone for a light. There were a few ppl vaping, that was no use to me and suddenly I saw the 26 yr old lighting a cigarette. This my chance, the stage was set for me, and like all chances it would NEVER be repeated. ” Have you got a light?’ I said. ” Sure I have” said the girl with what sounded like an English accent. She offered me the lighter, I overruled her by leaning in and she lit my cigarette for me. ” Thanks, where are you from?” I said whilst puffing on my cigarette.. ” Manchester ” she said. ” Cool, and are you a city girl or a united girl?” I said. ” I’m a united girl ‘ she said. Her lips looked slightly puffified. I wondered what those lips would feel like, not on my lips, I would be too lazy to pucker my lips out in the kissing gesture, what would they feel like on another part of the body, yes that part. ” A united girl, just for that I’m not gonna dance with you, they’re not doing well ever since Fergie left” I said. ”  Fergie, as in Alex Ferguson?” She said. ”  Correct” I said. ” Fergie, you’re funny, Fergie was they’re best manager, let’s go back inside and you can dance with a united girl’ she said. ” Sure” I said and led her back inside.