Yesterday evening Fletch and I had planned on going out for dinner, not the usual Chinese or curry, something a bit special.....but you know what they say about the best laid plans. It was not to be!
Circumstances and laziness transpired against us and by 9pm we were still loafing around the flat in a state of Saturday disrepair trying to decide if we could be bothered by then to make the effort. The answer was a resounding
'no',but suitably hungry something still needed to be done and I wasn't about to start cooking so we set off for an evening of heavenly heart attack food....McDonalds. Why is McDonalds
so nasty and yet
so yummy?
Having tolerated the less than enthusiastic Saturday night Mc Staff and choffed our way through a pile of badness we set off for home. As we drove along in the dark I was reminded for some inexplicable reason of that teenage thing we all did, the driving around late at night for no reason other than to drive so I suggested to Fletch that maybe we could just keep driving, fully expecting to be given a sideways look and to have my idea soundly declined.
But no, with my suggestion, he poked a disc into the CD player (sorry, no eight track!) turned up the volume to an obscene level and hit the gas hard....and that was it, we drove for miles, at probably not very sensible speeds, cornering like we were on rails (Fletch's car is a somewhat more impressive engineering specimen than mine), listening to Led Zep. and Jeff Buckley, eating chocolate, drinking the remnants of a McDonalds coffee and just playing like silly teenagers! Ok, so our driving was probably a tiny modicum more sensible and we resisted the more recent craze for driving around a Tesco's car park for hours but
hell it was fun.........if a little immature!
Hey, who wants to be a grown up all of the time! ;o)