For Georgia - The Twat Who Shagged Me
This post is dedicated to Georgia, an avid reader and enthusiast of my blog. As promised to her, the story of Mr Pizza Express - The Twat Who Shagged Me. To set the scene, it's a Wednesday afternoon in early September. You've finished work an hour early and decide to take the opportunity to browse the shops. The sun is shining and the leaves have started to turn. It's been a glorious summer of pub gardens, nights out, growing friendships and family dinners. You run upstairs to get changed and find a message on your phone that just reads 'hi'. Oh weird. What does he want? Now at this point it wasn't unusual to receive the odd drunk text from Mr Pizza Express, most recently at 5am while I was asleep sharing a bed with my mother. But it wasn't a regular occurrence either. I woke up in the morning and replied with something like 'Jesus what are you doing up at that time?' to which he replied the next night, 'drinking.lol.' Now i should have k