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Despite my mate Wal's birthday being on Monday (St Patrick's Day) we went out last night, since more people could make it (I couldn't get Monday night off work)
Wal has a couple of friends I don't really know/don't really like, and we met a couple of them, and they basically tried to take over the night by arranging where we were going, changing Wal's plans, and inviting out people we don't even know. We had to go to this proper dodgy, rough pub, full of big blokes and old women. Seb met us there, and the two of us just stood in the corner, drinking our pints, praying that the taxi would arrive (it was running late) We daren't look at anyone.
A minibus taxi came and we went to China town to meet Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet (friend of ours who was up from Durham, we call him that because he's mental, but he looks like that guy from It'll Be Alright On The Night) and Wal's brother Mark (half brother, who's 28, and pulls birds like a magnet) The radgies among us wanted to go straight to the Bigg Market (radgie drinking place, always got fights going on) so we arranged to meet them in Liquid (another rough place) in an hour, and we went into Spot White, a pool bar in China town where Bennet and Mark were. Great little place, with a good atmosphere and a juke box full of classic 2Pac and Biggie songs. Mark set out immediatley to pull the blonde barmaid, while we all had a laugh and caught up with Bennet. We missed our meeting with the radgies by about an hour, none of us particulary wanted to go and meet them, especially one of them, a kid called Stockley who handles his drink like a two year old.
My "no shots, no chasers, no cocktails" rule went right out the window just before New Year's Eve because it takes me too long to get drunk on beer nowadays. Need at least 8 pints just to consider myself "drunk", nevermind the stages after that such as "really drunk", "totally drunk" "mortal" and "dead", so we were drinking double vodkas in Spot White. Bennet left at about 10, as he had to catch a train back to Durham for work in the morning. We went off to go clubbing, and ended up in a new place called Blu Bamboo. Typical non-radgie club, where all the barmaids wear bikinis. Nice. Started drinking some stuff called Bull Shock, which is Red Bull and Aftershock. Hits you pretty hard. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around it was the sexy blonde from work, who'd seen me, so I introduced her to the posse. Mark took her aside and started talking to her before I'd even introduced half of us. Well, that meant my chance was gone... She went off with her friends and Mark said she let him stick his hand down her pants. He's already sleeping with two birds at the moment, you think he'd leave some for us, heh.
Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way of introducing each other to them, and had a good laugh. Some nights any alcohol I have really affects me, sometimes only a few bottles, but last night wasn't one of them. I'd had 5 pints, two double vodkas and a LOAD of Aftershock (about four or five shots) which is a really high percentage, and I still had total control over my basic functions... weird. Anyone who's had a lot of Aftershock will know how bad it gets you. Didn't even feel tipsy. I *was* drunk, there's no way I could have that much and not be, but I sure as heck didn't feel drunk. Maybe I should move onto hardcore drugs...
Seb wasn't that drunk either, and he'd only had a little less than me, and he's a stoner, so I have no idea how he managed to stay sober. I drank as much as everyone that night, yet was fine. Seb wanted to leave, and I was down to £4 (after coming out with almost £50) and he was out of money too, so we left Mark, Wal and Fos on the dance floor and went to the taxi ranks. Bloody queues. Spent twenty minutes waiting for a taxi, talking to the lass behind us. When we got home, the fare was £8.40, and we only had £8.01 between us. He let us off for the 40p, which was nice of him. We felt pretty shady, having to ask him to let us off, but he was fine with it. Got in at half 2, microwaved some Chinese food that was left for me, then went and slept in the attic (a family friend was over, and guests ALWAYS get my room) Woke up after only 5 hours kip, but my hangovers only include bad stomaches, don't get headaches, thankfully.
Pretty good night, had some fun with Mark and Wal, they're like a double act, and they probably both pulled after I left. Came up for some ideas for my porn film while I was out, got some more people onboard as actors and stuff, so that's going well.
Still need to get Wal a present. Thinking about clubbing together with Fos and Seb and getting him an MP3/CD player for his car, I'll need to look into how much they are...
Wal phoned me not long ago, said they left just after us, and were all pretty drunk. Mark forgot where he lived, so they ended up getting dropped off two miles away from where they wanted to be, so had to walk it. They collapsed when they got in. Guess they were more drunk than I thought...
Ah well, Fos' birthday next, then mine in June. My parents will be away, but we were thinking about going to Blackpool for the weekend (birthday's on the Saturday) We'll see...
Wal has a couple of friends I don't really know/don't really like, and we met a couple of them, and they basically tried to take over the night by arranging where we were going, changing Wal's plans, and inviting out people we don't even know. We had to go to this proper dodgy, rough pub, full of big blokes and old women. Seb met us there, and the two of us just stood in the corner, drinking our pints, praying that the taxi would arrive (it was running late) We daren't look at anyone.
A minibus taxi came and we went to China town to meet Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet (friend of ours who was up from Durham, we call him that because he's mental, but he looks like that guy from It'll Be Alright On The Night) and Wal's brother Mark (half brother, who's 28, and pulls birds like a magnet) The radgies among us wanted to go straight to the Bigg Market (radgie drinking place, always got fights going on) so we arranged to meet them in Liquid (another rough place) in an hour, and we went into Spot White, a pool bar in China town where Bennet and Mark were. Great little place, with a good atmosphere and a juke box full of classic 2Pac and Biggie songs. Mark set out immediatley to pull the blonde barmaid, while we all had a laugh and caught up with Bennet. We missed our meeting with the radgies by about an hour, none of us particulary wanted to go and meet them, especially one of them, a kid called Stockley who handles his drink like a two year old.
My "no shots, no chasers, no cocktails" rule went right out the window just before New Year's Eve because it takes me too long to get drunk on beer nowadays. Need at least 8 pints just to consider myself "drunk", nevermind the stages after that such as "really drunk", "totally drunk" "mortal" and "dead", so we were drinking double vodkas in Spot White. Bennet left at about 10, as he had to catch a train back to Durham for work in the morning. We went off to go clubbing, and ended up in a new place called Blu Bamboo. Typical non-radgie club, where all the barmaids wear bikinis. Nice. Started drinking some stuff called Bull Shock, which is Red Bull and Aftershock. Hits you pretty hard. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around it was the sexy blonde from work, who'd seen me, so I introduced her to the posse. Mark took her aside and started talking to her before I'd even introduced half of us. Well, that meant my chance was gone... She went off with her friends and Mark said she let him stick his hand down her pants. He's already sleeping with two birds at the moment, you think he'd leave some for us, heh.
Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way of introducing each other to them, and had a good laugh. Some nights any alcohol I have really affects me, sometimes only a few bottles, but last night wasn't one of them. I'd had 5 pints, two double vodkas and a LOAD of Aftershock (about four or five shots) which is a really high percentage, and I still had total control over my basic functions... weird. Anyone who's had a lot of Aftershock will know how bad it gets you. Didn't even feel tipsy. I *was* drunk, there's no way I could have that much and not be, but I sure as heck didn't feel drunk. Maybe I should move onto hardcore drugs...
Seb wasn't that drunk either, and he'd only had a little less than me, and he's a stoner, so I have no idea how he managed to stay sober. I drank as much as everyone that night, yet was fine. Seb wanted to leave, and I was down to £4 (after coming out with almost £50) and he was out of money too, so we left Mark, Wal and Fos on the dance floor and went to the taxi ranks. Bloody queues. Spent twenty minutes waiting for a taxi, talking to the lass behind us. When we got home, the fare was £8.40, and we only had £8.01 between us. He let us off for the 40p, which was nice of him. We felt pretty shady, having to ask him to let us off, but he was fine with it. Got in at half 2, microwaved some Chinese food that was left for me, then went and slept in the attic (a family friend was over, and guests ALWAYS get my room) Woke up after only 5 hours kip, but my hangovers only include bad stomaches, don't get headaches, thankfully.
Pretty good night, had some fun with Mark and Wal, they're like a double act, and they probably both pulled after I left. Came up for some ideas for my porn film while I was out, got some more people onboard as actors and stuff, so that's going well.
Still need to get Wal a present. Thinking about clubbing together with Fos and Seb and getting him an MP3/CD player for his car, I'll need to look into how much they are...
Wal phoned me not long ago, said they left just after us, and were all pretty drunk. Mark forgot where he lived, so they ended up getting dropped off two miles away from where they wanted to be, so had to walk it. They collapsed when they got in. Guess they were more drunk than I thought...
Ah well, Fos' birthday next, then mine in June. My parents will be away, but we were thinking about going to Blackpool for the weekend (birthday's on the Saturday) We'll see...
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Hmmmm I reckon everyone will follow suit and rip on your post now Goatboys layed into it mate.
Where do you live dude? Seems like a lot of pups/clubs you can go to.
Wheras we have one good pub the rest are either social spots for drug dealers and their followers or right dives. The nightclubs are crap too, I only go because all my mates do and it's better than sitting in a house at the weekend.
I have to travel quite a bit to get to anywhere good.
Wheras we have one good pub the rest are either social spots for drug dealers and their followers or right dives. The nightclubs are crap too, I only go because all my mates do and it's better than sitting in a house at the weekend.
I have to travel quite a bit to get to anywhere good.
*Laughs*
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way
> of introducing each other to them,
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Smooth.
I find tugging their hair and running away works a treat as well.
But only if you've drunk 139 pints with feeling nuffing.
> Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way
> of introducing each other to them,
---
Smooth.
I find tugging their hair and running away works a treat as well.
But only if you've drunk 139 pints with feeling nuffing.
Despite my mate Wal's birthday being on Monday (St Patrick's Day) we went out last night, since more people could make it (I couldn't get Monday night off work)
Wal has a couple of friends I don't really know/don't really like, and we met a couple of them, and they basically tried to take over the night by arranging where we were going, changing Wal's plans, and inviting out people we don't even know. We had to go to this proper dodgy, rough pub, full of big blokes and old women. Seb met us there, and the two of us just stood in the corner, drinking our pints, praying that the taxi would arrive (it was running late) We daren't look at anyone.
A minibus taxi came and we went to China town to meet Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet (friend of ours who was up from Durham, we call him that because he's mental, but he looks like that guy from It'll Be Alright On The Night) and Wal's brother Mark (half brother, who's 28, and pulls birds like a magnet) The radgies among us wanted to go straight to the Bigg Market (radgie drinking place, always got fights going on) so we arranged to meet them in Liquid (another rough place) in an hour, and we went into Spot White, a pool bar in China town where Bennet and Mark were. Great little place, with a good atmosphere and a juke box full of classic 2Pac and Biggie songs. Mark set out immediatley to pull the blonde barmaid, while we all had a laugh and caught up with Bennet. We missed our meeting with the radgies by about an hour, none of us particulary wanted to go and meet them, especially one of them, a kid called Stockley who handles his drink like a two year old.
My "no shots, no chasers, no cocktails" rule went right out the window just before New Year's Eve because it takes me too long to get drunk on beer nowadays. Need at least 8 pints just to consider myself "drunk", nevermind the stages after that such as "really drunk", "totally drunk" "mortal" and "dead", so we were drinking double vodkas in Spot White. Bennet left at about 10, as he had to catch a train back to Durham for work in the morning. We went off to go clubbing, and ended up in a new place called Blu Bamboo. Typical non-radgie club, where all the barmaids wear bikinis. Nice. Started drinking some stuff called Bull Shock, which is Red Bull and Aftershock. Hits you pretty hard. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around it was the sexy blonde from work, who'd seen me, so I introduced her to the posse. Mark took her aside and started talking to her before I'd even introduced half of us. Well, that meant my chance was gone... She went off with her friends and Mark said she let him stick his hand down her pants. He's already sleeping with two birds at the moment, you think he'd leave some for us, heh.
Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way of introducing each other to them, and had a good laugh. Some nights any alcohol I have really affects me, sometimes only a few bottles, but last night wasn't one of them. I'd had 5 pints, two double vodkas and a LOAD of Aftershock (about four or five shots) which is a really high percentage, and I still had total control over my basic functions... weird. Anyone who's had a lot of Aftershock will know how bad it gets you. Didn't even feel tipsy. I *was* drunk, there's no way I could have that much and not be, but I sure as heck didn't feel drunk. Maybe I should move onto hardcore drugs...
Seb wasn't that drunk either, and he'd only had a little less than me, and he's a stoner, so I have no idea how he managed to stay sober. I drank as much as everyone that night, yet was fine. Seb wanted to leave, and I was down to £4 (after coming out with almost £50) and he was out of money too, so we left Mark, Wal and Fos on the dance floor and went to the taxi ranks. Bloody queues. Spent twenty minutes waiting for a taxi, talking to the lass behind us. When we got home, the fare was £8.40, and we only had £8.01 between us. He let us off for the 40p, which was nice of him. We felt pretty shady, having to ask him to let us off, but he was fine with it. Got in at half 2, microwaved some Chinese food that was left for me, then went and slept in the attic (a family friend was over, and guests ALWAYS get my room) Woke up after only 5 hours kip, but my hangovers only include bad stomaches, don't get headaches, thankfully.
Pretty good night, had some fun with Mark and Wal, they're like a double act, and they probably both pulled after I left. Came up for some ideas for my porn film while I was out, got some more people onboard as actors and stuff, so that's going well.
Still need to get Wal a present. Thinking about clubbing together with Fos and Seb and getting him an MP3/CD player for his car, I'll need to look into how much they are...
Wal phoned me not long ago, said they left just after us, and were all pretty drunk. Mark forgot where he lived, so they ended up getting dropped off two miles away from where they wanted to be, so had to walk it. They collapsed when they got in. Guess they were more drunk than I thought...
Ah well, Fos' birthday next, then mine in June. My parents will be away, but we were thinking about going to Blackpool for the weekend (birthday's on the Saturday) We'll see...
Wal has a couple of friends I don't really know/don't really like, and we met a couple of them, and they basically tried to take over the night by arranging where we were going, changing Wal's plans, and inviting out people we don't even know. We had to go to this proper dodgy, rough pub, full of big blokes and old women. Seb met us there, and the two of us just stood in the corner, drinking our pints, praying that the taxi would arrive (it was running late) We daren't look at anyone.
A minibus taxi came and we went to China town to meet Stone Cold Pyscho Bennet (friend of ours who was up from Durham, we call him that because he's mental, but he looks like that guy from It'll Be Alright On The Night) and Wal's brother Mark (half brother, who's 28, and pulls birds like a magnet) The radgies among us wanted to go straight to the Bigg Market (radgie drinking place, always got fights going on) so we arranged to meet them in Liquid (another rough place) in an hour, and we went into Spot White, a pool bar in China town where Bennet and Mark were. Great little place, with a good atmosphere and a juke box full of classic 2Pac and Biggie songs. Mark set out immediatley to pull the blonde barmaid, while we all had a laugh and caught up with Bennet. We missed our meeting with the radgies by about an hour, none of us particulary wanted to go and meet them, especially one of them, a kid called Stockley who handles his drink like a two year old.
My "no shots, no chasers, no cocktails" rule went right out the window just before New Year's Eve because it takes me too long to get drunk on beer nowadays. Need at least 8 pints just to consider myself "drunk", nevermind the stages after that such as "really drunk", "totally drunk" "mortal" and "dead", so we were drinking double vodkas in Spot White. Bennet left at about 10, as he had to catch a train back to Durham for work in the morning. We went off to go clubbing, and ended up in a new place called Blu Bamboo. Typical non-radgie club, where all the barmaids wear bikinis. Nice. Started drinking some stuff called Bull Shock, which is Red Bull and Aftershock. Hits you pretty hard. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I turned around it was the sexy blonde from work, who'd seen me, so I introduced her to the posse. Mark took her aside and started talking to her before I'd even introduced half of us. Well, that meant my chance was gone... She went off with her friends and Mark said she let him stick his hand down her pants. He's already sleeping with two birds at the moment, you think he'd leave some for us, heh.
Anyhoo, we danced like muppets, pushed each other into girls as a way of introducing each other to them, and had a good laugh. Some nights any alcohol I have really affects me, sometimes only a few bottles, but last night wasn't one of them. I'd had 5 pints, two double vodkas and a LOAD of Aftershock (about four or five shots) which is a really high percentage, and I still had total control over my basic functions... weird. Anyone who's had a lot of Aftershock will know how bad it gets you. Didn't even feel tipsy. I *was* drunk, there's no way I could have that much and not be, but I sure as heck didn't feel drunk. Maybe I should move onto hardcore drugs...
Seb wasn't that drunk either, and he'd only had a little less than me, and he's a stoner, so I have no idea how he managed to stay sober. I drank as much as everyone that night, yet was fine. Seb wanted to leave, and I was down to £4 (after coming out with almost £50) and he was out of money too, so we left Mark, Wal and Fos on the dance floor and went to the taxi ranks. Bloody queues. Spent twenty minutes waiting for a taxi, talking to the lass behind us. When we got home, the fare was £8.40, and we only had £8.01 between us. He let us off for the 40p, which was nice of him. We felt pretty shady, having to ask him to let us off, but he was fine with it. Got in at half 2, microwaved some Chinese food that was left for me, then went and slept in the attic (a family friend was over, and guests ALWAYS get my room) Woke up after only 5 hours kip, but my hangovers only include bad stomaches, don't get headaches, thankfully.
Pretty good night, had some fun with Mark and Wal, they're like a double act, and they probably both pulled after I left. Came up for some ideas for my porn film while I was out, got some more people onboard as actors and stuff, so that's going well.
Still need to get Wal a present. Thinking about clubbing together with Fos and Seb and getting him an MP3/CD player for his car, I'll need to look into how much they are...
Wal phoned me not long ago, said they left just after us, and were all pretty drunk. Mark forgot where he lived, so they ended up getting dropped off two miles away from where they wanted to be, so had to walk it. They collapsed when they got in. Guess they were more drunk than I thought...
Ah well, Fos' birthday next, then mine in June. My parents will be away, but we were thinking about going to Blackpool for the weekend (birthday's on the Saturday) We'll see...
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