"With a little help from my friends"

Blimey! Talk 'bout wasting yer life. Monday night wa' a right ball ache. Got t'bed 'round 'alf four in t'morning as me an' Lady Muck decided t'play one o' them shite online games, an' truth be told, we gorra little bit addicted t'bleeder. So come Tuesday mornin' wekkin' up forra' certain someone's lecture became, well, impossible. 'Neway, after eventually gettin' up an' goin' t'JT's amusin' workshop (as always) a got 'ome, slipped into me saucy chef's apron an' rustled up some tea. Truth be told, Lady Muck actually contributed more t'meal than me. First time for everything though. It's all a seem t'bloody do though, friggin' cook.
Since it wa' Tuesday it's traditional custom t'venture t'Soar Point an' tek advantage o' cheap as chips drinks. So we did. A gev me bum chum Marky P Baby a ringa-linga-ding-dong an' waltzed down t'road an' took him by t'hand. Once there it wa' Stella by pint an' love by gallon. To me pleasant surprise a met a fellow class mate who enjoys his brews more than mesen. An' then it began, the same ol' debate 'tween three of us, Beatles Vs. Stones. Oh aye, it was classic songs an' classic artists from then on. No night would be complete wi'out a bit o' victory, so I'll proudly announce we won a whoppin' two squid on Trivial Pursuit. You try splitting that three ways in a hurry.
From then on it wa' goodbye t'Marky P Baby and me fellow class mate an' 'ello Lady Muck an' other class mates. Me night finally ended in Mosh where if a sed i wa' fooked, it would be an understatement. A vaguely remembering gettin' 'ome wi' t'help o' Lady Muck, who thankfully knew t'way. Then a collapsed in t'bed, (probably on toppa Lady Muck much to her disgust) an' everything wa' right as rain.