Used to spend a lot of weekends in Pete's company.
He used to come over on the train Thursday maybe Friday.. leave something.. usually his tablets... on the train... do 2 nighters... an all dayer... about a dozen or so heads... and then get some poor unsuspecting soul to give him a lift home.... could be Monday.. possibly Tuesday.... usually it would be Wednesday or Thursday..
Never forget when he was living in Southport... Pete was convinced the reason he always felt shit on a Sunday night wasn't due the fact he'd just done 2 all nighters... an all dayer... a dozen or so heads... or that he hadn't had any tablets since Thursday... oooh no...
Pete was convinced the fish he used to get from his local chip shop for his Sunday tea was off...
Anyway... walking down Lord Street... a bloke walking the opposite way... on the opposite side of the street.... minding his own business... suddenly gets hit.. full in the face.. by an airborn fillet of cod in batter...
& Pete's shouting across to him... "Oi mate... is that fish off or what?"
I'm PMSL here... suppose you had to be there..!