Let me set the scene: etc. etc.........
Matthew; are you 18, or 81?
Let me set another scene. It's 1980 and young Brandane is your age. It's Saturday night. He couldn't give a monkeys what he eats or where it comes from, as long as it serves its main purpose of soaking up the beer. From 8pm onwards, his only aim in life is chasing his Nat King. Having failed miserably yet again in fulfilling that aim, he returns home (or to the ship) sometime in the early hours of Sunday. Great days, which I now look back on and still smile about them. Having said that, at your age I had already been away from home for 2 years in the Merchant Navy, so independence was the name of the game.
Don't worry about piffling details like Dominoes Pizza service while you are 18. Go out and get drunk. Find a dorty wummin to keep you happy and you'll soon forget about wasting your Saturday nights with Pizza, and posting on cycling forums. Who knows, you might even find better things to film than errant motorists
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