How can it already be 4pm?! I’ve done bugger all!

OK, so, the wig story.

I met Wiggy Doris at a wedding, ah, at the start of my historic 29 hour bender (5pm Saturday until 11pm on Sunday), but that’s another story.

We were on the same table, and I spent all day and night chatting her up to her, only to find out she had a boyfriend after 8 hours of chattage. Bugger.

Anyway, a few weeks later, we were all out and bumped into her and a few mates, we had a few drinks in Chinatown and then popped into DTD. There were a few guys there wearing those wigs. Me and Wiggy Doris were trying to figure out how to get our hands on them, she said she’d sleep with the guy to get the wig. Righto dear, I said I’d just nick it. After much pestering by me, one of the guys let me try it on. The second I had it on my head, I legged it out of the door and around the block as fast as I could. People staring at the crazy guy running up the street wearing a huge wig! I ran all the way back to DTD, deciding it wasn’t very nice to steal someone’s wig. Alas, they’d gone looking for me, so were not there. We waited around for a while, hoping they’d come back, but they didn’t, so Wiggy Doris put it in her bag and we forgot all about it. I bumped into the guys who I’d nicked the wig from later, but denied knowing what they were on about and legged it from the bar.

I met her again a few weeks later and she said she’d be wearing it to the 7s. I saw her at the 7s, but then forgot about it until yesterday when I saw the picture on Phil’s site.