"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