Yes, I know it's not Saturday, but if I leave it until then I'll have forgotten it 
The reason why I avoid Town Centre pubs on weekend evenings
(to the tune of "Sing a Song of Sixpence")
Sing a song of six quid,
A pocket full of change
Been down the pub all evenin',
I'm feeling very strange.
When the drinkin's over
The crowds begin to fight.
Same thing happens ev'ry week,
Down town on Sat'day night!
My mate was in the corner,
Reelin' from a punch.
His girlfriend's in the gutter,
Revisiting her lunch.
When the rozzers turn up,
It all kicks off again,
That's why I wake up Sunday morn'
In all this bleedin' pain!
(c) NotBob
Far too many times have I almost been caught up in such shinannigans, and all too often I've seen my friends on a Sunday lunchtime bearing the scars of a night out in town.
I just don't understand the appeal of going out to enjoy yourself and getting into that kind of state. Some would say that I'm getting old, but if that's the case, then I've been getting old since the age of eighteen, if not younger.
