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The following day, me and jobber boarded the refugee bus back to Manchester in time for the Prince night

I attempted to take some touristy photos but gave up after my first effort

eventually I got home, ate a banana and some toffee yoghurt, then had a cat nap before the night ahead

timperley met was the place to be. a little later than usual, Christine Edwards and some other goons were on the platform but we avoided them

there was lots of announcements alerting us to the closing down of the met in summer

Golds felt it was too early for Ponana so we went for pints and banter in the Lass o' Gowrie. We got to watch Sunderland beat Mike Duff's Burnley as well

Hazlewood was there! he makes his debut with a sensual pout to the camera...

Golds instructed me to take a picture of the bird, so jobber acted as decoy

then onto the Prince night, which had interesting facts daubed around the place

we might have got there a bit too early though. I began to panic
drinks weren't cheap either. something like £3 plus...

S gave his reckoning for a foot, which was probably the size of O)+>'s heels then attempted to name all 27 instruments that Prince can play. He could only name 26 though in the time given by Golds though

I tried to capture how busy it became, and in the process nearly got shouted down by two sluts on the dancefloor

During this period of poon heaven, Golds was chatting to a guy instead

the organiser/DJ for the night gave me his 'frightened/camp' pose for the blog. He said he'd put 'mountains' on for me (he never did)

this was his lackey. a man who was half elvis/half sailor. Standing as if he was singing the Mexican National Anthem to boot

Some bird came over to take a picture of the night. she couldnt fit us all in. This could have been easily remedied by standing further back, but I wasnt gonna derail her

Golds pretty much hated the whole night. He admitted he only came cos he hadnt been out for ages

I acted as decoy for the camera (and struck a manly pose) so you can see the crime being committed behind me on the dancefloor. There was a beautiful girl dancing with some clown. It nearly ruined my night

It soon abandoned the Prince music at midnight, so we abandoned Po na na

me and S went for a curry, jobber and golds went for the last met

it was the busiest restaurant in the world

decisions...