Strawberry Moon's Adventure

Dear George,

Good afternoon my friend.  How is the world treating you?  Outside it's 15*C and raining, and has been all morning.  My train was 8 mins late this morning.  Richard Branson's £90 million topical island mansion burnt down after being lighting struck it, and a first class stamp costs 46p.

Well i suppose i should begin by telling you how awesome Friday night was at Dan's birthday thingy.  I only had 50mins to enjoy happy hour, and at 40% off all drinks i made the most of it.  The night followed suit and i only stopped the drinking when i was dancing... And there was a lot of dancing.

It was a great night out mate and a damn shame you weren't here, you could have been my wing man!  As it happens i got chatting to a girl from Utah.  I say chatting, because of the music i was shouting.  I think maybe i'm too old for going out.  I say this because it was nice just talking away about stuff and that was enough for me.  A beer and good people around to talk nonsense with, with preferably somewhere nice to sit...that's not too loud.  I guess ultimately my experience out these days are awesome because A) i'm not looking to pull. i leave this up to the more attractive and younger folk who arn't as self conscience as i and dress like twats, therefore i don't feel the crush of disapointment of having gaggles of girls either turn their nose's up at me or laugh in my face, and B) i simply don't get the time to go out so when i do, i fuck about like a man possessed.

On this night i danced, drank and seemed to make a thousand friends.  I have to thank you mate for introducing me to Dan... an ok replacement until you come home.

Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave