Friday Night
Amy was lying on the floor on her tummy concentrating on her laptop but periodically glancing up at the TV screen often when a load bang happened. I was sat on the sofa behind her glued to the TV as the cowboys and Indians were fighting it out, sat with a frosty one on my knee and the remote next to me just chilling after a hell of a week, every now and then my little sister Amy would could me an old man and sad for sitting in on a Friday night when I should be out and about trying to get into...