"That was an isolated incident"

So on Saturday, me jobber and S watched a terrible terrible FA Cup Final

But the day got better as the booze sank in and we played Pro Evo. Then we watched a shitload of bollywood tunes. Aap Ka Surroor is my personal favourite

much bottles/sainsburys bags were had

Before we took off to meet the rest in Manchester, we watched some mad Brasilian gameshow whereby fit women have to work out which of the three blokes in front of them are 'straight', 'gay' and 'in a couple'
at least, thats what we thought they were on about. They could have been putting signs saying 'blind', 'retarded' and 'disabled' but we will never truly know cos none of us speak portuguese

blast from the past....Jobber circa 2001

then we got the bus to town, and onto Overdraft


then from Overdraft we went to a cashpoint. Moz is owed money by me and jobber for the Prince tickets
en route to The Venue, someone pointed out that the sky looked like the Turkish National flag. But my camera work is poor, so its pretty small (and slack)But I'm sure Turkish nationals had a tear in their eye looking at the sky that night

dc spotted some bird with an arm cast on. "she must have had a wanking injury" he said
I managed to do the old trick of taking a picture with the sole intent of capturing the wanker with bad technique on the right

These two spent the whole night trying to perfect the Nick Schofield 'disgust' pose on our camera phones. Unfortunately I can't put it on the internet, cos it would probably bring down civilisations


dc pointed out a bird that met my 'arm quota'

since we secured the seats in The Venue, we could hit the booze to our hearts content, yet 3 of us were bloated after half a day of bottled lager...

The Worlds Worst Person/The Optimist/Quaveface

He comes complete with sweat patches

the WWP defended his actions on a topic re: his relationship by stating it was an "isolated incident". I could go into further details, but that would put me in his terrority of spitefulness, and I'm only the second worlds worst person" at the minute

Bigman went Gangsta

Moz went home. Its hard not to call him Princey/Crown Prince of Camp when his parting shot is this pose

dancefloor carnage

this bird has been on the blog before as a willing participant. This time I went rogue and snapped her voyeur style

dc in his emo pose

disgust

I seem to be provoking some terrible reactions that night


the night wound down, and The Optimist got his man bag out early and engineered an early exit. I wasn't having any of it, but dc relented

so we marched out into the night. According to dc, The Optimist doesn't get nearly enough stick for his man bag

a couple of pictures of Manchester at night...

I should work for the tourist board! that is, if the tourist board employed a cameraman with poor technique who only worked whilst drunk and at night.

then we queued for the taxi. For some reason the yellow jacketed taxi rank officials wore balaclava's like they were the Real IRA. I don't think the IRAwould have got very far though if they abandoned fatigues and went with high vis jackets. Maybe at a happy hardcore rave.

In the taxi, the optimist demanded to go home, yet the rest wanted to go for food in Rusholme. He shouted loudly that cos he got into the taxi first, he ultimately was in charge, and we could all get out. I told the taxi driver to go to Rusholme but this was loudly shouted over by S. "TIMPERLEY TIMPERLEY!!" he cried

We all conceded and went home. and he paid the least as well.
Karma's gonna get you S...