I met up firstly with Ross Fitz and Steffi for a few drinks. Bored of Wetherspoons I suggested the Litten Tree. Steph paid £7 for a double vodka coke. In revenge she turned the mobile camera tables on me.
We moved on to Fruit for cheaper drinks. The decor was described as 'like a boat' and 'looks like a coffin' I enjoyed it though. Ross, Barry and Kenny joined us.
Ross was being his usual entertaining self. He was discussing the £100 bet he had with Gordon. He is very confident of winning.
Barry and Ross started giving detailed critiques of everyones game. Theres no heavier burden than a great potential. I think thats what Ross see's himself as being burdened with. Poor Ross.
Kenny suggested that they play for fun and scrap the £100 bet, urging Ross to be the bigger man and walk away.
Barry agreed with Kenny but Ross didn't. He said Gordon started it and that a bets a bet. Debating was futile. Ross had made his mind up.
Barry told Ross that if he wanted to win he would have to play pass and move.
I could tell Ross wasn't really listening. I asked him how he viewed his own football ability and he declared that 'I could play for Kettering Town if I had a 6-pack'
Ross Fitz pointed out we had girls with us and they may not be as into football as us lads. So we decided to change subject and decamp to Walkabout.
We went to where the streets have no name. This street is called Old Christchurch Road. Ross banged Barrys head against a window. I have nothing to say on this.
We got into Walkabout and I saw Keith. I immediately angled after everyone to do dangerous poses. I will rate out of ten. Keith gets 4
Paul 5/10. Too much like Morrissey.
This is what Im talking about, Ross, gets a solid 8.
Barry didn't understand the concept.
He decided, instead of looking dangerous, he would dance with this little cherub.
Im not sure quite what happened with it but I know that 'Ross' and 'sabotage' were mentioned. Barry wasn't happy and got revenge later in the night. Ross and Kenny aren't Walkabouts biggest fans.
Keith, Paul and Karla loved it though. Posers.
Karla was dancing like she was in Ibiza circa 1999. Paul obviously doesn't like trance music.
Secrets.
Banter.
All the while Karla was still dancing like she was in Footloose.
She was too easy a target for Ross who performed a 'helicopter' on her leg. If you want to know what a helicopter is, ask him. Barry saw his chance for revenge.
Knowing Steffi wouldn't approve of 'helicopters' Barry informed her of Ross' naughty exhibitionist manouevere. Ross wasn't happy.
There was more drama to come...this photo may not say much to you but it was taken seconds before disaster.
In Karla's haste not to be photographed she lunged for me, and like a ten pin bowl knocking skittles left, right and centre, she left everyones drinks in her wake. This was the scene after the hurricane passed.
The table was dripping wet and those two glasses were previously full. Paul was left staring at the lights playful glint through his newly emptied pint glass and dreaming of what might have been. Worse was to come....For Ross.
His crotch had taken quite the soaking. No more helicopters for you mister.
Kenny's bromance couldn't even cheer him up. Nothing could get Karla down though. She was a whirling dervish.
Kenny abandoned his attempts to make Ross smile and decided to conduct fictional orchestras instead.
Hmmm...talk to the face Ross.
Thats better.
Everthing was smoothed over. Ross was happy the helicopter hadn't ruined his previous impeccable reputation. Steffi joined me in an emotastic pose to celebrate.
With everybody happy, we all left for warm beds. Except Kenny, Ross Fitz and myself who were eager for extended 3am carnage.
We went to Dusk til Dawn and we all enjoyed it, especially Kenny who stayed on after Ross and I left. All I got from the club was this snap of some exciting decor.
I will be updating midweek so keep tuned.
We moved on to Fruit for cheaper drinks. The decor was described as 'like a boat' and 'looks like a coffin' I enjoyed it though. Ross, Barry and Kenny joined us.
Ross was being his usual entertaining self. He was discussing the £100 bet he had with Gordon. He is very confident of winning.
Barry and Ross started giving detailed critiques of everyones game. Theres no heavier burden than a great potential. I think thats what Ross see's himself as being burdened with. Poor Ross.
Kenny suggested that they play for fun and scrap the £100 bet, urging Ross to be the bigger man and walk away.
Barry agreed with Kenny but Ross didn't. He said Gordon started it and that a bets a bet. Debating was futile. Ross had made his mind up.
I could tell Ross wasn't really listening. I asked him how he viewed his own football ability and he declared that 'I could play for Kettering Town if I had a 6-pack'
Ross Fitz pointed out we had girls with us and they may not be as into football as us lads. So we decided to change subject and decamp to Walkabout.
We went to where the streets have no name. This street is called Old Christchurch Road. Ross banged Barrys head against a window. I have nothing to say on this.
We got into Walkabout and I saw Keith. I immediately angled after everyone to do dangerous poses. I will rate out of ten. Keith gets 4
Paul 5/10. Too much like Morrissey.
This is what Im talking about, Ross, gets a solid 8.
Barry didn't understand the concept.
He decided, instead of looking dangerous, he would dance with this little cherub.
Im not sure quite what happened with it but I know that 'Ross' and 'sabotage' were mentioned. Barry wasn't happy and got revenge later in the night. Ross and Kenny aren't Walkabouts biggest fans.
Keith, Paul and Karla loved it though. Posers.
Karla was dancing like she was in Ibiza circa 1999. Paul obviously doesn't like trance music.
Secrets.
Banter.
All the while Karla was still dancing like she was in Footloose.
She was too easy a target for Ross who performed a 'helicopter' on her leg. If you want to know what a helicopter is, ask him. Barry saw his chance for revenge.
Knowing Steffi wouldn't approve of 'helicopters' Barry informed her of Ross' naughty exhibitionist manouevere. Ross wasn't happy.
There was more drama to come...this photo may not say much to you but it was taken seconds before disaster.
In Karla's haste not to be photographed she lunged for me, and like a ten pin bowl knocking skittles left, right and centre, she left everyones drinks in her wake. This was the scene after the hurricane passed.
The table was dripping wet and those two glasses were previously full. Paul was left staring at the lights playful glint through his newly emptied pint glass and dreaming of what might have been. Worse was to come....For Ross.
His crotch had taken quite the soaking. No more helicopters for you mister.
Kenny's bromance couldn't even cheer him up. Nothing could get Karla down though. She was a whirling dervish.
Kenny abandoned his attempts to make Ross smile and decided to conduct fictional orchestras instead.
Hmmm...talk to the face Ross.
Thats better.
Everthing was smoothed over. Ross was happy the helicopter hadn't ruined his previous impeccable reputation. Steffi joined me in an emotastic pose to celebrate.
With everybody happy, we all left for warm beds. Except Kenny, Ross Fitz and myself who were eager for extended 3am carnage.
We went to Dusk til Dawn and we all enjoyed it, especially Kenny who stayed on after Ross and I left. All I got from the club was this snap of some exciting decor.
I will be updating midweek so keep tuned.
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