While living in Ellesmere Port , my mate called me and demanded that because i hadn't seen her for time that i meet up with her and her mates on her birthday night out in Castlefield back in August 1999 . So on the night , i jumped on a train from Chester to Piccadilly and made my way down to Castlefield . I met up with my mate and her crowd , one of who was my missus , we got talking , i took the piss out of her , and over 10 years later , as they say , the rest is history .
I'm so glad i dragged my sorry arse out that night , my life could've been so different ? It's all about impulse i guess ?