"Do you know what I was watching the other day that made me laugh? The Special Olympics"

Back to civilisation...and back to 'normal folk'

well...I say normal. Moz was wearing such a tight top, the buttons looked like were threatening to burst the camp badboy wide open

We went to Font first. This is a photo of S/The Worlds Worst Person (WWP) announcing in Font:

"Do you know what I was watching the other day that made me laugh? The Special Olympics"

The WWP has still got it...it never left him...

no prizes for guessing where we went. Well, maybe a prize if you are blind or illiterate. And then the prize would be a guidedog or some education

I once spent a good part of my night stood here getting phone signal to direct an Argentinian bird who was out to see me. Turns out, she couldn't be happy for me and never appeared. I blame the Falklands dispute

Apart from shapeshifting like on this pic, I was 'taking it easy' on the booze cos I was driving for four hours the next day to Scotland

I did what any normal humanbeing does when they have to drive to Scotland and jumped on the double vodbull bandwagon

Jobber's 'dangerous' pose took it to a whole new level of danger...

Moz's Cuban Heels were not getting the recognition they deserved

they were putting my cowboy boots to shame

the wheels were beginning to fall off for us binge drinking swines ...

I went the route Moz normally takes (and he did that night as per) and tore some water in me

another of Moz's movesets on a nightout was him cracking open some music on his mobile

Him and Jobber were listening to Prince

we managed to hijack some seats, but this somehow turned into a pile-on

stack heel carnage

he looked like he had the feet of a child

a girl on another table with teenangel knickers and pigtails appeared to be getting sleazed on by a guy with a moustache. The man must be a fashion maverick

after more booze we let this newly single man loose on the womenfolk as he attempted to pillage and plunder on the dancefloor

beardage

they were playing motown type stuff so we clearly went the night we normally avoid

Karls hairy chest was the most alpha thing in the place

then we spotted an absolute dreamboat

I tried to use my skills to capture her beauty

I got distracted with some Tolstoy/Bagnall influenced snaps though...

dreamy

pointy shoes

S got mobbed...they must have known about the Les Chegwin group on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5385875196)

he enjoyed getting violated

well maybe not. Turns out they were after the Worlds Worst Person's nipples

he necked her. I went over to help him by skanking on her potential cock-blocking mates but he didn't need it

for some reason we got all confused and went to the cloakroom early to get our coats. Then we realised in our pissed state that noone wanted to go home

flocks of people come to The Venue to stand under its state-of-the-art dancefloor lighting

for some reason they cracked on a bit of Led Zep. Me, Moz and S were loving it

Jobber gave the tune a Bigmanesque shrug with some Princey flamboyance thrown in

then Moz's workmates joined us near the end. She's the one to his right but I managed to miss her. He told Jobber that he needed to get away from the girl cos he'd already used his chatup line of 'whats the time?' a good 6 or 7 times. In retrospect, maybe he should have used his line on strokeface behind him...

this was his mate. He was wearing some sort of superoutfit

Double McDonalds belts is standard issue for Jobber

but they couldnt save him in his state so we called it quits

'Subway is the new Kebab as the end of a night out' Discuss.

"That was an isolated incident"

So on Saturday, me jobber and S watched a terrible terrible FA Cup Final

But the day got better as the booze sank in and we played Pro Evo. Then we watched a shitload of bollywood tunes. Aap Ka Surroor is my personal favourite

much bottles/sainsburys bags were had

Before we took off to meet the rest in Manchester, we watched some mad Brasilian gameshow whereby fit women have to work out which of the three blokes in front of them are 'straight', 'gay' and 'in a couple'
at least, thats what we thought they were on about. They could have been putting signs saying 'blind', 'retarded' and 'disabled' but we will never truly know cos none of us speak portuguese

blast from the past....Jobber circa 2001

then we got the bus to town, and onto Overdraft


then from Overdraft we went to a cashpoint. Moz is owed money by me and jobber for the Prince tickets
en route to The Venue, someone pointed out that the sky looked like the Turkish National flag. But my camera work is poor, so its pretty small (and slack)But I'm sure Turkish nationals had a tear in their eye looking at the sky that night

dc spotted some bird with an arm cast on. "she must have had a wanking injury" he said
I managed to do the old trick of taking a picture with the sole intent of capturing the wanker with bad technique on the right

These two spent the whole night trying to perfect the Nick Schofield 'disgust' pose on our camera phones. Unfortunately I can't put it on the internet, cos it would probably bring down civilisations


dc pointed out a bird that met my 'arm quota'

since we secured the seats in The Venue, we could hit the booze to our hearts content, yet 3 of us were bloated after half a day of bottled lager...

The Worlds Worst Person/The Optimist/Quaveface

He comes complete with sweat patches

the WWP defended his actions on a topic re: his relationship by stating it was an "isolated incident". I could go into further details, but that would put me in his terrority of spitefulness, and I'm only the second worlds worst person" at the minute

Bigman went Gangsta

Moz went home. Its hard not to call him Princey/Crown Prince of Camp when his parting shot is this pose

dancefloor carnage

this bird has been on the blog before as a willing participant. This time I went rogue and snapped her voyeur style

dc in his emo pose

disgust

I seem to be provoking some terrible reactions that night


the night wound down, and The Optimist got his man bag out early and engineered an early exit. I wasn't having any of it, but dc relented

so we marched out into the night. According to dc, The Optimist doesn't get nearly enough stick for his man bag

a couple of pictures of Manchester at night...

I should work for the tourist board! that is, if the tourist board employed a cameraman with poor technique who only worked whilst drunk and at night.

then we queued for the taxi. For some reason the yellow jacketed taxi rank officials wore balaclava's like they were the Real IRA. I don't think the IRAwould have got very far though if they abandoned fatigues and went with high vis jackets. Maybe at a happy hardcore rave.

In the taxi, the optimist demanded to go home, yet the rest wanted to go for food in Rusholme. He shouted loudly that cos he got into the taxi first, he ultimately was in charge, and we could all get out. I told the taxi driver to go to Rusholme but this was loudly shouted over by S. "TIMPERLEY TIMPERLEY!!" he cried

We all conceded and went home. and he paid the least as well.
Karma's gonna get you S...