Met up at 8 and tore over to The Old Monkey. Havent been there for a while cos the last time the lager tasted odd
When we arrived Golds pointed out my battery was nearly dead so I had to use it sparingly like the glorious picture above
Karl joined the latest crew member to sport my Sharpe jacket...
unfortunately its been wounded in battle and I've lost a button
He also wanted to have banter with someone involving the phrase 'absolutely astonishing'
more 'bromance' was to come, even with the absense of the Crown Prince of Camp-Moz
Karl and dc decided to play 'throw pieces of dirty beermat in each others drinks'
its a modern classic, up there with destroying cig butts with piss
whoever ended up with some in their pint had to neck it. dc lost...
down in one! down in one! down in one!
jobber came out with another stain on his jeans, it looks like he's been playing cricket.
his Jeremy Beadle hand helped identify which crew member it was for the blog...
in other news, he made 'a huge mistake' and cut his flowing locks.
He wont even swear at the camera no more.
That puts me back as the top dog in the hair stakes
This barmaid hated:
- Golds for mocking her when she came to collect stuff on the table; and
- DC for some reason when he asked her where we should go.
She said something along the lines of 'you should go there but without HIM'
Me, Karl and Jobber were probably considered as some sort of dreamboats
There was much discussion as to where we should go
We even did the democracy vote but it seemingly didnt work
So we tossed a coin to decide our fate:
- Heads was Tiger Lounge
- Tails for One Central
We hit One Central but it was like Hillsborough. Without the dead scousers though
Golds and Karl did their best but its always hard when the dancefloor's rammed
bromance
a decision was made to jump ship and head over to Tiger Lounge for some carnage
but first we had to tighten up...
I felt like a piece of loam after that
Dark Rum & Coke. Its the drink of kings
No? oh...
dc reenacted that stinkers pose from the smiths nite
(http://epiclycarnage.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-never-dies-there.html)
Karl sported my muslim prayer beads
I was getting my drunken sleaze on. Golds got video evidence
Her hair smelt of dreams
I have no idea what these lot were up to, I went MIA
treats
DC was loving life.
He came over to me and said 'I'm leaving'
Getting a drunken sleaze-on...
I contemplated a tactical 2 fingers job, but it wasnt happening...
We left eventually and joined dc
His hair was amazing that night. It was all Morrisseyesque (Kill Uncle period)
Luckily a curry put a smile on davey boys face and we hopped into a taxi to Rusholme
Jobber disappeared to the toilets for a long time. He didnt gak though
Golds kept up his napkin tradition on EpiclyCarnage
We felt we got screwed over with the bill so we gave them less than required and lots of contempt
my Dansak was absolutely astonishing. utter toss it was
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