joint in one hand and a bottle of newcastle brown in the other and a long haired beardy bloke or two twice or 3 times my age feeding off my neck.
Now theres an image to reckon with.....sounds like a typical night out in Wigan....
For me mine was a slow fade and just appeared less and less frequently at the meetings, when the fade was absolute rumours started to develop....apparently I was out getting p**sed and stoned in my local town every night and had a gambling addition...(for a guy that has never placed a bet in his life thats pretty ambitious).
The daftest thing about these rumours was that i no longer lived in my local town but lived around 15/20miles away and the types of places I frequented were mainly student bars and so forth...not the sort of place i would be seen by JW's unless they followed me; yep they had the stoned and pissed bit but not every night and the wrong damn town!!!
Shows you what they know doesnt it??!