"Have we fucked?"

my last night in Manchester before I move for my new job

I picked up S and then we set off to Timperley met from mine

he treated us to some tunes by The Shins on his phone


dangerous

we met captain carnage at 8 with a special guest in tow...Ben!

we got off at Piccadilly Gardens and then wandered aimlessly around the NQ

eventually we tore into Trof

Ben regaled us with tales from the end of the world (Barrow) and S talked about his potential move to Madrid for teaching

we just had generic banter and lamented the demise of our once great partnership of grand lechery last year

Trof had about a million beers to choose from. Me and S decided to try a few out

Mr Majeika encouraged all to hit the chilli lager

it wasn't too bad, but I dont think i'd buy it out of choice

he was setting a pace that made Golds whimper

Karl turned up! he was emotional about me leaving Manchester for good. samesies!
this beer tasted exactly like every other we had that night

this was the moment that karl attacked S's green blouse

S was absolutely raging but still used it as device to chat to two women about on the next table

he was a right smug bastard when both women liked his blouse. the rest of the crew werent convinced though

Princey turned up!

as did the Jones brothers

best friends?

on the way to the Star & Garter, this maverick unveiled a swiped beer menu from the bar. thug life?

Star & Carnage

me and Ben had a good stab at the tedious pinball machine whilst the rest had idle chit chat


this man unleashed a story that could only be told by the worlds worst person and in doing so alerted a horrified bird behind him. I blame the volume of the man...

he got lambasted by her

then for some reason her spanner boyfriend joined in the mockery

like water off ducks back though

whilst all this was going on, retarded cocktails were being made

I bumped into Peter Sutcliffe. funny that he should be in a bar that is situated in the middle of Manchester's red light district...

up we went for a shark

secrets

the wheels fell off (which is to be expected)

I saw Golds chatting to these two and then realised that I had actually screwed one of them exactly this time last year when I was here with Sam and Pove. I even said to her, 'have we fucked?'

after some productive banter with both, her mate propositioned me . I engineered a quick pillage and plunder with her, only for it be derailed by the girl I had touched the year before. Ultimate CBH

Martin had a use-by-date for the next day or he went off

S had a nice-guy -until-date on his back. he was due to be awful soon so all was well

hometime

that was the last Epicly Carnage entry for Manchester before I moved to Scotland for good.

I'm thinking of renaming it Exiled Carnage...