"Just because you're not passionate about Jane Eyre, doesn't mean we can't sleep together"

the crew was 3 strong for fridays sojourn into the Northern Quarter, or the Quave as its known by some

Our journey from piccadilly gardens took us past our prom venue at school. We never really hung round each other during that time though

I took the plunge and suggested we went to a bar where I took the czech/german bird on a date. I mainly got her drunk, and my 3 date plan for eventual carnage suddenly turned into a 1 date success back at hers, although that was back in my 2nd worlds worst person days...

We also bumped into Pove, who was on a date with sparks flatmate. I felt awkward and didnt want to ruin his chances so didnt take a snap of her for the blog. I instead took a photo of this hotplate

later on we moved onto another of my date hotspots, Centros. Jobber gave us his catalogue pose, and S meanwhile sent crpytic texts to Moz who we were informed might join us after spending time with Dave Smith- it was his birthday that night.

they sold molotov cocktails, and before we left Moz text to tell us he wasnt coming out

the quave was rammed so we got into a taxi and headed to Lime. S spotted he fucked up one of his new brown shitflickers

0n the way we went past Arsenal legend Christopher Wreh's house

lime bar

once we were in, S pointed out that downstairs before 10 was free in, but after 10pm it was £3, so we acted like thrifty students and hovered downstairs for 20 odd minutes until the stamp lady was set up

however taking the flash off didnt disguise the fact that we were one of the only ones down there

me and jobber stood at the end of the bar getting our sleazes on, and made S carry the Vit G's through some crowded people just to try and capture his annoyed face on camera

luckily I'm an excellent photographer

I came back from the toilets to see some crazy mature hitting on S. One of her lines was 'Are you passionate about Jane Eyre?" but regardless of the answer, it seemed that it shouldnt stop her sleeping with him. S did what came naturally, and swerved her onto jobber

tolstoy shot

she bombarded jobber with requests to dance, but he wasnt having it. She was definately mentally ill

accidents

the evidence

reactions

me and S were hitting the gin & tonics, whilst jobber hit vodka/water chasers

going...

going...

gone

meanwhile I went to the toilet to take some tolstoy pics

theyve got some pretty urinals

I came back to see jobber was absolutely leathered, more so than I'd seen him in a long time. Whilst I was getting my sleaze on with an aussie girl upstairs, he apparently fell down the last 4 stairs going down to sublime-such was his state of pissness

we got him back to his flat and he asked me to put on Purple Rain, then wouldn't get up. So me and S did what anyone would do in that position...

we rolled him up like a sausage roll and pushed him off his bed!

he slept like that, under his darts board, all night and didnt remember anything beyond his first double vodka. Standard night out for us really...

"I Smell of Children"

An early start was planned, and Hale was where it began. Moz was going to join us later but said he was too lazy.Golds whipped out his knickers before a pint had been ordered in the Midland

We played a game of tactics for a bit. I said the other day that Golds 'smelt of numbers' cos he's an auditor. To put me off my game, I got told that I smelt of Immigrants, but S announced that he smelt of children...

check out them guns

Golds was pretty rubbish, but managed to win it when the rest of us got stuck on the bull

a few pints later, and we went to get some food. Golds refused to go Canadian Grill or eat anything fast-food, and wanted a sit down meal instead

whilst we waited for our curry's, Karl did some black magic on Golds

Golds couldn't open his hand after Karl had fondled it

Chicken Dansak carnage

I got screwed on the bill, and ended up paying £20 for a low quality curry


So we got the train from Hale into Piccadilly and Golds prodded me for half the journey like a schoolboy

we met up with bigman and jobber in Piccadilly Gardens then went straight to TV21- some bar/club that Bigman had suggested

it was kinda like Fab Cafe but better, and with windows. oh, and with the Predator

sleazy perv blinds

this was the start of their blossoming romance, but karl refused to do tongues


me S and Karl hit the G's, but Golds opted out of it all

we went from this...

to this...

moves were made to leave, although I was happy where we were. Guess where we went?

42's!!

karl had a couple of sexies on standby, but they went to Sub Space. Maybe we should have gone there...


instead we made do with what was on offer...

this stuff always helps things

I lost my seat and so tried to get a sleaze on with the girl on the right. Unfortunately I was getting cock blocked by the one in the middle. I don't know why I didnt just sit on the other side of the couch


bigman was sporting a killer t-shirt, Dog The Bounty Hunter.

dancefloor mix up

tolstoy perv shot. it was accidental though, I was trying to capture S's bosoms

I spotted leanne from work dancing with someone she should'nt have. Especially seeing as her fella was on nights...tut tut

bigman seemed to be mimicking Jordie LaForge, the blind guy in Star Trek

I can't remember what songs were played. But I didnt know you could wear a baseball cap in there. Its a niche market

drunken tears

drunken naps

taxi naps. Luckily bigman missed more bromance in the taxi. Me and S weren't so lucky...

S had a feast to help him get over it all and I sent an acerbic text to Moz for his lack of attendance

fin