Dear Maz.
Just want to let you know in case you don't remember, last sunday we went to bier hof for some pizzas and a beer. You couldn't walk as fast as us due to your dodgy foot and drunken state, also you had mentioned doing the old henry hoover on some persian rugs the night before. You were quite rude to a gentleman on the walk up sausageroll st when he offered you a light in return for what he thought was a spare cigarette.
Anyway we had quite a good time at the bier hof. Me and Grambles split some pepperoni and spicy sausage pizzas between us, Alan had the Duck a la Rocket, and you had the Halal chorizo. We stayed on for a couple more beers and a coke for Alan Attack, you paid up and left us to go on a sex hunt. The last anyone would see of you for several days.
So in conclusion:
bag of speed - £30-
half bottle of buckfast - £2.99
taxi to getting your hole - £8-
failing to make it into work the next day, and feigning illness via email into the bargain - £PRICELESS
PS: I heard on the grapevine that a certain Peruvian shepherd was very angry at losing his cardigan and you've to return it immediately.
