"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

Hale banter #2

Sorry for the delay in update. If I'm being honest, I did chronicle the last two weeks of carnage, but the first night was a carbon copy of every other night in 42nd Street, and last friday's Smith's Night went a bit wrong. I only took 4 photos and I woke up on jobber's bathroom floor at 6am. Not good...


Anyways, back to reality. I've taken some leave to do fuck all with. I'm moving to Glasgow soon so I've gotta use up all my time off

So basically the past few days have been spent getting Alty into the Premiership on Football Manager. Oh, and other things, like watching The Thick of It, Maid Marion, Purple Rain etc

Luckily golds was ready to rescue me from my 'soul searching' and picked me up in his fiesta for some banter in Hale

But before I left, I thought that seeing as I've encroached into http://EpiclyTolstoy.blogspot.com territory, I may as well go the whole hog and mimick his whole mirror thing that he likes to do on every post before he goes out

S was in the car with us, and we spotted a fat man in a kind of dress. I tried to capture him, but panicked and got my leg instead

Golds told us that he tried to rope Bigman into proceedings but his excuse was he would never finish his tea by 8pm so he wouldnt come. For some reason the Botting's and the Jones' eat late like spaniards

golds diced death by trying to pose and drive at the same time. He is that vain
S gave us his boyband pose in front of Hale Railway Crossing
we went the cheshire midland first. Me and S thought the barmaid was slavic due to her dress sense, but it turns out she was just a badly dressed english barmaid

they were really fizzy pints as well.
Golds was telling S how he's looking into a holiday to Kos in August. Turns out that S is going that exact same time with his missus, so they were both trying to ensure Golds books the same place as S in Kos. I'm sure his girlfriend will be delighted.

Golds was also giddy about going to see some birds with paul for carnage this weekend. He regaled us with his funny story in London with a japanese bird in some bushes. I wouldn't be surprised if its on crimewatch next month

after a couple, we mooched over to the Railway

I didn't think it was that late when we went there, so I'm gonna say the clock is retarded

a bit like the guy in the blue shirt, who's dress sense was a bit retarded.
Moccasins? White stay-pressed action slacks? Slacks too high? Its a look that says I mean business

We had stumbled upon a bbq, but two hours late. S didn't even bat an eyelid. He is a changed man!

there was a quiz on, so we had to go in the scary Vault. I imagine jobber was watching this in Fallofield

some quiz machine carnage. We didn't play Every Loser Wins though. maybe it stars Nick Berry?

scratchings

mine looked a bit like cat shit


more fizzy pints

That clock says 22:45 ish, so unless we've gone back in time, then that other clock is gotta be wrong (or I'm an idiot)

on our final pint, S spoke to jobber about arrangements for friday night. The met is down, so we discussed crashing at his. Hopefully this time I won't be woken by his brother on their bathroom floor again

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