Not officially the start of travelling but definitely a fitting end to our current stint in brizzle. After sourcing a 159" projector for our flat to accomodate the inconvenience of england getting to the world cup final (a token gesture at best says the bitter welsh man) we welcomed the hoards to pembroke road for some quiet pre club drinks. A few hundred bottles of beer later 30 inconsolable english, and a few indifferent welshies ventured down to po na na for a well planned night.
After spending a good 30 minutes in the guest list queue that was a mere 10 times the size of the regular queue we strolled in to the sound of some classic cheese and the promise of vodka.
The ball ache of negotiating 35 people through the door soon proved futile as intoxicated monkeys rapidly started getting ejected. Highlights being:
1) Simon being politely asked to sit down or get out after attempting a bind and drive manouvre on the dancefloor
2) Gruesome trying to escape through the fire escape (there was no fire)
3) And a whole lot of Vigorous Dancing (courtesy of the Hagg/Turley/Brewster/Davies dancing troupe)
Good night all round and the only complaint seems to be from my liver. I say "pipe down you mincy organ"!
