Making plans when you’re drunk is always a dangerous game. Things seem like such a good idea at the time, and then either or both of you realise that you’re actually not so inclined towards actually carrying them out.
The other side of the coin is equally as bad: You actually want to make good on the proposals that have been put forward, but find yourself completely forgetting that they were made in the first place, or unable to follow through on them because of a lack of cash or contact details.
For months and months a few of the folk that I’ve known longest from working at the Cathouse have been talking about meeting up and doing something now that they no longer frequent the wild nights out in the same way as before. Circumstances have kept getting in the way, but we finally managed to get the finger out and go for curry.
Not all situations lend themselves to being photographed, so there’s only one picture… Joe on Sauchiehall Street.
You need to make time for things to happen.