Last night was the weekly GoldenEye and Bomberman session, although this time without the usual posse. Simon and I were present, Watkins was unavailable. I was informed by text message that his car is “in bits”. For those not in the know, Mr. Watkins bought a car from Leeds. It’s a nice car (although the model escapes me), but like Tubbs from The League of Gentlemen, its insides are all wrong. He is now performing the repairs himself, in time for an MOT inspection next week!
Anyway I digress, in Mr. Watkins’ place, came Mr. White (the one who likes a drink) and Byron – a local 22 year old lad and not the “Lord” who died nearly 200 years ago… still confused?
And this is Local Byron
… I think that’s right.
We started the evening with GoldenEye. As usual I became extremely agitated during play, Simon, buoyed Arsenal’s win earlier in the day played in an extremely competitive mood, while Mr. White and Byron kept their stress levels down by drinking heavily. The intense play also drove Byron to cigarettes and caused Mr. White to shout out random profanities and slurs of a blasphemous nature.
And then the accident happened… I had not played my best and was rather erratic. It was late on in the game, a crucial stage, I got shot. Without thinking, the N64 pad left my palms, flew though the air and collided with Simon’s head. Luckily he was not hurt and took it well.
“Don’t kill me, Simon…”
“Don’t fuckin’…”
“… KILL ME!!!”
* SMASH*
It was then decided we play a safer game, so turned our attentions to Super Bomberman 2. Without wanting to sound too boastful, I cruised the game, destroying anyone that dared place a bomb near me.
Although winning is nice, it does get boring, so we finished the evening with a bout of Mario Kart. Not as appreciated as the previous two games and maybe not one that we will play again.
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