Friends Only See Each Other In Tesco These Days

FONDLY reminiscing when they used to choose short straws on a Sunday morning to see who had to make the trip to get bottles of Buckfast after dropping enough Blue Ghosts to knock down a herd of cattle, longtime mates Ger Clancy and Martin Power sadly only see each other in Tesco these days, such is life.

“Remember when you were caught short and had to call Danny to pick you up because you shat yourself in the frozen food aisle and hid your kacks behind the peas?” Clancy reminded his now greying mate, whose three children were now running wild in the passport photo booth.

“Stop boy, who’d have thought we’d still be allowed in this place after all the messing we did, wha’?” Power chuckled, as melancholy consumed him.

“We must hook up for a few frosty cold ones some night, bud, it’s been too long,” Clancy’s mouth said, before his mind cursed his compulsive nature which made no allowance for the fact he wasn’t 20 anymore.

“I don’t go out much these days since starting in the factory, you know yourself now,” Power quickly retorted, knowing full well Clancy’s propensity for taking things to the extreme and making the courts section of the local newspapers in his day.

“Fuck it, we should just crack open a few tins here – it seems to be the only place I ever see any of the lads lately ha-ha,” Clancy pointed out, as the two middle-aged men wondered what the fuck is this whole life thing about and where it all went horribly sedate and normal.

“Sure, I’ll probably see ya here next week, Ger boy, ha-ha,” Power said now desperately trying to close the conversation before things got out of hand.

“Gwan,” Clancy nodded, his lips firmly pressing together, holding back thoughts of having the free time and actual friends to hang around with again.

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