'Where am I going' I asked <br />'And why the hell <br />am I going there? ' <br /> <br />'You're coming <br />clubbing' she replied <br />'Because you never <br />do' <br /> <br />I live in <br />Weston-Super-Mare <br /> <br />not <br /> <br />Las Vegas. <br /> <br />There's no <br />Viva <br />here. <br /> <br />It's the same <br />old same <br />old day in <br />and day out. <br /> <br />The same <br />bars, <br />the same <br />clubs, <br /> <br />the same faceless <br />people looking <br />for <br />justification. <br /> <br />And I think, <br />as I roll away <br />the years, <br />roll away the hangovers <br />and switch <br />to just one <br />channel, <br /> <br />that God <br />must have <br /> <br />a <br />wicked <br />sense <br />of <br />humour.<br /><br />Neil Gray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blame-it-on-the-booze/
