Varsity Blues

Sat happily at work with my tidy friday hair, the call for Varsity went up, i was a bit low on bunts but thought i may as well join the office related carnage. Alex however wasn't very amused by the idea.

He was having none of our 'just stay for a blackcurrant' banter and was dead set on not going. Simon however seemed much more excited by the prospect of some drinking, although claimed he was only going to stay for two drinks, although i could tell from the glint in his eyes he was fancying some hardcore boozing.

With the prospect of alcohol on my mind i decided a visit to the toilet was appropriate, where i discovered some an air freshener. Its a sad day when the cleaners decide toilets are a do it yourself zone. Although to be fair, they have no qualms about coming in cleaning when you are on the toilet

I returned to my desk a little bemused at the fact that the cleaners had seemed to devolved air freshening responsibility to the admin staff, only to find this little gem on my desk.

Not only was i expected to help clean toilet but also wipe my own desk down like some kind of two bit peasant. Im not sure whether this was a practical joke or just part of the cleaners grand plan to get me to do their job. Im going to strike back next week by not passing them my bin when they come round, they can bend down and pick it up themselves, see how they like delegation.
3:30 came and we recruited paddy into the mix, who claimed he would be about 45 minutes.

You may think this picture is terrible, but Paddy is always on the move, usually to a meeting at half 3 on friday afternoon. We set off without him knowing full well his rendition of fine Tim Vine jokes would be with us soon. Out we went.

The short walk to the pub, the might Hathersage Road, I can only speculate all these cars were queueing up for some ham and cheese melts at Varsity. Alex was with us but was seeming to tire of our attempts to get him to join the fun.

We gave up on him, you can take a horse to water but you cant make him drink. In this case we couldn't even take him to Varsity. Simon and I went in regardless, i was wondering who i was going to be served by when Catherine and Jill rocked on up. Catherine was sporting some interesting three quarter lengths, you can just make them out on the left.

If i wore shorts to work id be arrested, still, she seemed happy in them, so we waited for them to get served. Simon speculated they would turn a blind eye to our charms and skulk off for some Bovis related carnage. I said they would drink with us, they chose Bovis related carnage. The shame.

All seats were taken, the Southern fried chicken wraps must have been good today, if Alex had have known he might have come along. We stood at the bar and noticed this little underage hero above. He was watching the cricket and drinking a bottle. One day he might upgrade to pints.
We perched on the table next to a West African who was talking loudly on his phone drinking a pint of Stella, he was a big man so i didnt want to take a photo of him. I have replaced it with a photo of me, i hope it helps you imagine what he must have looked like.

Catriona soon turned up, eager two chat to a pair of city gents such as me and Simon. She claimed by drinking with us she had shown she knew her roots. We regaled her with stories of Catherines and Jills snub in favour of Bovis but i dot think she wanted to get involved. She changed the subject and told us how Dave Betts from the office was definately not going to show because 16 hours earlier he had been leaning against a fence throwing up after hammering it too hard. True to form he and Patrick shimmied on up to the table 10 seconds after her declaration.

He was very eager to show me that he had actually come about 10-15 minutes early, wanting to point out he was eager for the craic (i use that word as its st patricks day weekend) he even showed me his watch to prove it.

Patsy also showed up, I dont think she understood the blog but seemed willing to accept it. She was on the other end of the table with Dave Betts so i couldnt quite hear what was going on but i think a sexual innuendo was involved somewhere, they were having all sorts of mayhem which i wasn't a part of so Simon started telling me about Rugby League and Rugby Union.

Him and Paddy were discussing about where strongholds of Union and League are, and how to get League off the ground in South Wales. I found it interesting but didn't have much to add, its a macho sport and has no place for dandys like me so i just drank my pint.

I decided that was it for me. Id had the infamous Simon 'two pints' although interestingly he was ordering food so may have been in it for the long haul. Bovis were in fancy dress, Catherine was in her three quarter lengths although Jill hadn't put much effort into a fancy dress costume and was just sporting work attire. I said my goodbyes and left the pub.

I waited for a bus for something like 279 hours. This is a road without any number 43s on, its a sight i'm familiar with, but not one i enjoy. It was a good start to the evening, the pictures from that can be found at a link which ill post as soon as it gets uploaded. But heres a sneak preview

The next post should be up Wednesday but what it will be about nobody knows...