some midweek banter was in order so Golds did his usual and picked me and S up
I'd like to say he had some decent tunes on, but it would no doubt be that Kano gak he loves
he nearly prevented me from getting out of the car in Fallowfield. A classic cant be happy move
we infiltrated the student hall bar using my boyish face as cover
we hit snakebites to keep up the pretense
there was a load of music student clowns knocking about. They seemed to have a shapeshifter amongst them
this was their leader. A big fat disgrace in shorts. She got everyone to masking tape their legs together- the guy stuck to her must have been in tears cos she was a fucking retard
using this man's inside knowledge we went to Robbo's dangerously early to skip the NUS check and to await the scope heading our way
we played on the quizzer for fucking ages. S did a dc and kept some of the winnings, but then later shared the wealth cos I had a bit of a tantrum
good toilets
after a few switches, we settled on a position for lechery and to keep jobber happy- the football was in watching distance
the music clowns came in
me and S went off for a shark and got chatting to two birds. One them thought I was a figure skater so I just ran with it...
then S and Golds got masking taped up together and went on the sleaze. They got accused of a) not being students; and b) not being music students
bin disgust
jobber seemed to surround himself in tat- his seat was fucked when we went upstairs. Although from the photo it kinda looks like he's gone all English Hooligan on fallowfield...
the dancefloor wasn't great, nor were we that hammered to hoover up any dregs
jobber had an invisible pint
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