It was a birthday night out in Haworth on Saturday and I met up with a few old faces. These old faces were on old bodies too. Ten years have passed since this group of youngsters ventured up to Bronte country on their nights out. Stories were swapped with a vagueness which didn't necessarily mean you were or weren't there. Memories had blended into clouds. We all used to go for sure but each pissed night has rolled onto one long memory with only the most significant things standing out. I remember a friend falling over and breaking his bones. Also playing on the 'Telly Addicts' machine every time in one pub. There was a timed race around the dark church graveyard. I once decided that I didn't need a taxi to get home and would walk. I hadn't accounted for my walk including zig zagging and so half a mile away I crumbled onto the pavement and think I rang a taxi. 
I drove with my close friend who I don't see enough of and so I had two pints and cokes but strangely enough had a really enjoyable evening and was out longer than I would've been otherwise. We all swapped tales of body parts not working as well as they should and dreaded to consider what ten years from now would be like. The strange thing was that we were ten years older but had not been replaced by a group ten years older. It still seemed we were the youngest out that night too. People were slurring etc by the time we found a pub which opened until two am. I arrived home and once in bed my wife heard there had been a friends wife with us she asked if she had been invited. 
I knew another argument had started even though it was two in the morning. I am told I am embarrassed to take her out, like I'm ashamed of her. It's just easier to do with one of us babysitting. She was angry anyway. She said that I am secretive which is true. I must speak to her about things even though she isn't interested. She just wants to a part of my life. 
So two player call of duty will be served twice weekly.