Squaaaark!

So after seeing Tolstoy in Southend, me and jobber headed off to see my mate Gulla, who I know through Ricey, and met in Brussels

we got the train to liverpool st. but not before getting an ice cream. I got a mini milk, it tasted like a cloud

we were on the tube for so long it no longer turned into the London Overground

so far out in fact, that we were in Barnet

SQUAAARK...Gulla picked us up from the station

his bedsit (as he called it) had more bins than life. I managed to take a picture and completely ignore his fit flatmate in the process. she must have thought I was a right crank



then onto his local pub. He was sporting an excellent preppy top, reminiscent of Carlton from Fresh Prince of Bel Air...


after a pint, we hit Camden. The Worlds End to be exact. or as it says outside, Te Wrlds End

Gilkes met us there!

as I was having banter with him at the bar, this fiend stood next to me

check out those jelly shoes!

Outside, Gulla joined the Sharpe Jacket Club

these two got friendly in the next pub

then onto a Brasilian bar

Gulla gave me his impression of a 'squaark'. It was more of a coo

Gulla got his sleaze on with this yank bird. But Gilko couldnt be happy for him and derailed his convo

gulla was slightly upset. In a kind theatrically camp way...

sleaze...

Gulla consoled himself with other banter with a girl to his right. Me and jobber were landlocked and couldnt get a sleaze on

after a short time Gulla sort of just gave up. I think he did a me when I have too much to drink and just lose concentration

meanwhile we left the bar, and Gilkes persuaded his target to join us. I was bored by her and pointed out she had shit trainers. She didnt like me too much but I didnt mind

as we were pondering our next move, Gulla treated us to some acrobatics. Probably not the best thing to do when your as destroyed as he was

In fact, shortly after this picture he threw up in the ladies toilet of the next bar

we tried a few other clubs but they were shut, it wasnt the right night for Camden I suppose. These two disappeared into the night

Gulla suggested we hit Leicester Square for some carnage there

so we hopped on the tube

we got some excellent pizza slices there

and then we tore over to Zoo. It was mine and jobbers worst nightmare. Karaoke (Loveshack or Groove is In the Heart) and terrible pints

we sat in someone elses reserved seats

and couldnt be happy and destroyed the chair next to me. I just don't know my own strength...

more pizza for us. This time Gulla argued with the pizza guy cos he wouldnt accept his old style £5 note. He then claimed he got it out of a cash machine, and then fell off his bar stool...

we waited for the bus

Gulla struck up a loving bit of banter with two gay fellas. He then virtually offered out his digital camera to all and sundry. Even to the same guy twice

treats...The two gay guys thought gulla was 'terribly sweet'

then we got on the bus back to his (we missed the first one) and we all fell asleep and awoke to find we were the last ones on