Comics. Movies. Music. Television.
Doctor Who. Game of Thrones. Marvel. Batman.
So on Friday night, I went out. I got a lift into town from my friends mum. I was in the back with my friend right next to me because there was a box on the passenger seat.
When we got into town, I’m sat in the back of huge car trying to get the front passenger seat to move, thinking that I need to use the front passenger door to get out of the car. Because I thought it was a three door car.
Even though, literally 10 minutes earlier, I’d gotten into the back of a 5 door car (boots class as doors, right?).
So basically: I’m thinking I need to get out of the front of a fucking 3 door car, when I’m in a 5 door.
I didn’t actually realise this until the guy in the front actually opened the rear passenger door for me.
That I’d gotten into.
10 minutes beforehand.
And this was all before having any alcohol.
So, basically, I’m losing my fucking mind and I should not be allowed out the house.