I'm not doing that again in a hurry!!
On Tuesday we finally started painting the hall!!!
Drizz, his mate and I went and got all the paint in the afternoon and I said when they'd finished for the day I'd take them down to Trevor's dads pub and buy them a couple of pints each for doing it.
The four of us (Trevor, Drizz, the mate and I) stayed in the pub until about 11.30. The bar manager was very keen to get us out as blokes were arriving by taxi and he was being very cagey and telling them to be quiet while motioning in our direction. Methinks the man is up to no good!!
Anyway when we left Drizz and the mate decided they'd not had enough to drink so Trevor dropped the three of us off in Guildhall Walk. Drizz had forgotten his passport so we eventually ended up in a nightclub called Flares.
What a dreadful, dreadful place!! It must have been made far worse by the fact that I was sober but then I don't really drink. Mind you Drizz was pretty drunk by the time we got there and he wasn't impressed either. Too many slimey drunk blokes who think they're gods gift and even more drunk middle aged women in tiny skirts lapping up all the attention from the sleazeballs! I must be getting too old for it all........... or not old enough!!!! Somehow I managed to stay there until about 12.45 by which time I was so bored I phoned Trevor to come and get me. Waited outside for him for a good 30 minutes listening to an argument between a drunk swaying woman and the bloke on the door who wasn't going to let her in despite her efforts to convince him she was sober!
When Trevor turned up we drove back down past the pub and even thought it was just after 1.30am the lights out the back were still on. I hope the bar manager had a better night than I did cos by the sounds of it he won't be having many more!!
Drizz, his mate and I went and got all the paint in the afternoon and I said when they'd finished for the day I'd take them down to Trevor's dads pub and buy them a couple of pints each for doing it.
The four of us (Trevor, Drizz, the mate and I) stayed in the pub until about 11.30. The bar manager was very keen to get us out as blokes were arriving by taxi and he was being very cagey and telling them to be quiet while motioning in our direction. Methinks the man is up to no good!!
Anyway when we left Drizz and the mate decided they'd not had enough to drink so Trevor dropped the three of us off in Guildhall Walk. Drizz had forgotten his passport so we eventually ended up in a nightclub called Flares.
What a dreadful, dreadful place!! It must have been made far worse by the fact that I was sober but then I don't really drink. Mind you Drizz was pretty drunk by the time we got there and he wasn't impressed either. Too many slimey drunk blokes who think they're gods gift and even more drunk middle aged women in tiny skirts lapping up all the attention from the sleazeballs! I must be getting too old for it all........... or not old enough!!!! Somehow I managed to stay there until about 12.45 by which time I was so bored I phoned Trevor to come and get me. Waited outside for him for a good 30 minutes listening to an argument between a drunk swaying woman and the bloke on the door who wasn't going to let her in despite her efforts to convince him she was sober!
When Trevor turned up we drove back down past the pub and even thought it was just after 1.30am the lights out the back were still on. I hope the bar manager had a better night than I did cos by the sounds of it he won't be having many more!!
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